From Patricia McCormick’s Sold

(It tells the story of a girl from Nepal named Lakshmi, who is sold into sexual slavery in India.)

“I am hurt.
I am torn and bleeding where the men have been.

I pray to the gods to make the hurting go away.
To make the burning and the aching and the bleeding stop.

Music and laughter come from the room next door.
Horns and shouting come from the street below.

No one can hear me.
Not even the gods.”