HEAR YE! HEAR YE! Gather around, I got some ‘xplainin’ to do.
What is a girl like me to do, late at night, leaving work, no ATM will open it’s doors to me, because I have be marked as a sex worker?
This leaves me, heading home, pockets full of cash I can’t stash, hopefully there are no men in my life, ill willed and money hungry. A vulnerability I am left open to, susceptible to attack, from a boot or a smack. The corporate pimp tightens its reigns and closes its chains to me, I am transported to unfamiliar lands, a classic pimp move. Johnny law, a card in your hands, a bar from freedom. This is the treatment the corporate pimp deems fit, claiming to be aiding in the fight against sex trafficking, though it seems the trafficked are the ones taking the hit while the traffickers put some more powder on their hands.
You can “fight against sex trafficking” all you want, corporate pimps of America. I will be over here fighting for freedom!
