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Broken Before the Beast
You look at me in disgust
Your lusted eyes scanning me up and down
Your mouth salivating and your temperature rising
At the thought of satisfying your unquenchable hunger for sex

Nothing else matters
You need to be fed, you are starving for me
Your desire rising in your heartbeat and underneath your belt
You lunge at me like a predator at it's prey desperate to execute this craving

I stand before you
Small and afraid, weak and desperate
A cornered bird with no wings to fly in a room with barred windows
I raise my fists, I kick my legs, I scream and shout but no one hears me, I am powerless

I stop my pitiful kicking
My worthless moaning and painful hoping
I let you have me, your strength has me surrendered
I resign myself to nothingness and close my eyes, broken before the beast


Author: Anonymous
Description: A personal poem depicting realities of terror that can take place for victims.You look at me in disgust Your lusted eyes scanning me up and down Your mouth salivating and your temperature rising At the thought of satisfying your unquenchable hunger for sex Nothing else matters You need to be fed, you are starving for me Your desire rising in your heartbeat and underneath your belt You lunge at me like a predator at it's prey desperate to execute this craving I stand before you Small and afraid, weak and desperate A cornered bird with no wings to fly in a room with barred windows I raise my fists, I kick my legs, I scream and shout but no one hears me, I am powerless I stop my pitiful kicking My worthless moaning and painful hoping I let you have me, your strength has me surrendered I resign myself to nothingness and close my eyes, broken before the beast Author: Anonymous Description: A personal poem depicting realities of terror that can take place for victims.You look at me in disgust Your lusted eyes scanning me up and down Your mouth salivating and your temperature rising At the thought of satisfying your unquenchable hunger for sex Nothing else matters You need to be fed, you are starving for me Your desire rising in your heartbeat and underneath your belt You lunge at me like a predator at it's prey desperate to execute this craving I stand before you Small and afraid, weak and desperate A cornered bird with no wings to fly in a room with barred windows I raise my fists, I kick my legs, I scream and shout but no one hears me, I am powerless I stop my pitiful kicking My worthless moaning and painful hoping I let you have me, your strength has me surrendered I resign myself to nothingness and close my eyes, broken before the beast Author: Anonymous Description: A personal poem depicting realities of terror that can take place for victims.

Brokenness
When brokenness sits at your feet you don't dare quote that bible verse you self-righteously believe is true, or fire ideologies and philosophies your privileged education has taught you. You don't dare speak or judge or sympathise of FIX. You simply sit. You hold brokenness in your hands and feel its heart beat. You listen to it sensitively, you try to touch it and you respect it.

You realise that to some extent you are also broken. You are entrapped and enslaved in the mindset that you have the power to change things you do not understand. You remain captive inside your limited worldview and experiences that are incomparable to the brokenness sitting before you. Barred within your limitations you realise that the brokenness will not go away and as fervently as you try to fix it, you can't.

Brokenness in time will stand. Slowly and surely it will gain strength until it rises up tall — clothed in strength and dignity. When brokenness stands radiant splendour will flood the room as a conscious decision to live and love has been executed. This decision made independently. This decision made freely. When brokenness stands you will witness beauty in its most magnificent form.

It is then that brokenness may hold hands with the captive. The broken now choosing to heal and be restored. The captive realising it has been trapped in a cage of limited perception and desiring to be free. Together the broken and the captive can build on their limitations, their transgressions, their virtuousness and keep walking towards redemption where they will ultimately be restored and liberated.


Author: Annie
Description: My initial experiences of working with human trafficking. Everything I thought I knew was challenged as I realised that the people who hold the answers to this problem are the victims of trafficking themselves.When brokenness sits at your feet you don't dare quote that bible verse you self-righteously believe is true, or fire ideologies and philosophies your privileged education has taught you. You don't dare speak or judge or sympathise of FIX. You simply sit. You hold brokenness in your hands and feel its heart beat. You listen to it sensitively, you try to touch it and you respect it. You realise that to some extent you are also broken. You are entrapped and enslaved in the mindset that you have the power to change things you do not understand. You remain captive inside your limited worldview and experiences that are incomparable to the brokenness sitting before you. Barred within your limitations you realise that the brokenness will not go away and as fervently as you try to fix it, you can't. Brokenness in time will stand. Slowly and surely it will gain strength until it rises up tall — clothed in strength and dignity. When brokenness stands radiant splendour will flood the room as a conscious decision to live and love has been executed. This decision made independently. This decision made freely. When brokenness stands you will witness beauty in its most magnificent form. It is then that brokenness may hold hands with the captive. The broken now choosing to heal and be restored. The captive realising it has been trapped in a cage of limited perception and desiring to be free. Together the broken and the captive can build on their limitations, their transgressions, their virtuousness and keep walking towards redemption where they will ultimately be restored and liberated. Author: Annie Description: My initial experiences of working with human trafficking. Everything I thought I knew was challenged as I realised that the people who hold the answers to this problem are the victims of trafficking themselves.When brokenness sits at your feet you don't dare quote that bible verse you self-righteously believe is true, or fire ideologies and philosophies your privileged education has taught you. You don't dare speak or judge or sympathise of FIX. You simply sit. You hold brokenness in your hands and feel its heart beat. You listen to it sensitively, you try to touch it and you respect it. You realise that to some extent you are also broken. You are entrapped and enslaved in the mindset that you have the power to change things you do not understand. You remain captive inside your limited worldview and experiences that are incomparable to the brokenness sitting before you. Barred within your limitations you realise that the brokenness will not go away and as fervently as you try to fix it, you can't. Brokenness in time will stand. Slowly and surely it will gain strength until it rises up tall — clothed in strength and dignity. When brokenness stands radiant splendour will flood the room as a conscious decision to live and love has been executed. This decision made independently. This decision made freely. When brokenness stands you will witness beauty in its most magnificent form. It is then that brokenness may hold hands with the captive. The broken now choosing to heal and be restored. The captive realising it has been trapped in a cage of limited perception and desiring to be free. Together the broken and the captive can build on their limitations, their transgressions, their virtuousness and keep walking towards redemption where they will ultimately be restored and liberated. Author: Annie Description: My initial experiences of working with human trafficking. Everything I thought I knew was challenged as I realised that the people who hold the answers to this problem are the victims of trafficking themselves.

Coffee
Is is fair do you
care
Sitting in Your
Lounge room chair
I hope you can
Cotton on to
What I'm saying
I think you will
Cause I've been
praying

Coffee is a food
Yes it is
Dont be rude
So drink a cuppa
And another and
Think of the dude
That grew that Bean
Yes you know the
One I mean.

Think of his girl
She was only ten
Her dad was promised
Money and then
This man of the field
who didnt get much
For the bean that it
yield
Sent his Daughter
With the scout
Who sold this
Wee girl out
He sold her on
Now her innocence
Is all but gone
But for this little girl
Though still very sad
It doesn't end there
And this next bits
Not bad

You see this little
Girl- was taken back
To her dad
La Mai Coffee
Then came to town
They bought next
Seasons bean
Dad no longer
A frown

Cause he can feed
His little girl
Cause La Mai
Came to town

So please please
Think about the bean
That you drink.
I walk off stage now.
Hope I havent made
You feel too stink

But that I have make you
Ask
What brand do I drink


Author: Andrew Curry
Description: Insipred by La Mai, fair trade coffee http://www.brighthopeworld.com/Is is fair do you care Sitting in Your Lounge room chair I hope you can Cotton on to What I'm saying I think you will Cause I've been praying Coffee is a food Yes it is Dont be rude So drink a cuppa And another and Think of the dude That grew that Bean Yes you know the One I mean. Think of his girl She was only ten Her dad was promised Money and then This man of the field who didnt get much For the bean that it yield Sent his Daughter With the scout Who sold this Wee girl out He sold her on Now her innocence Is all but gone But for this little girl Though still very sad It doesn't end there And this next bits Not bad You see this little Girl- was taken back To her dad La Mai Coffee Then came to town They bought next Seasons bean Dad no longer A frown Cause he can feed His little girl Cause La Mai Came to town So please please Think about the bean That you drink. I walk off stage now. Hope I havent made You feel too stink But that I have make you Ask What brand do I drink Author: Andrew Curry Description: Insipred by La Mai, fair trade coffee http://www.brighthopeworld.com/Is is fair do you care Sitting in Your Lounge room chair I hope you can Cotton on to What I'm saying I think you will Cause I've been praying Coffee is a food Yes it is Dont be rude So drink a cuppa And another and Think of the dude That grew that Bean Yes you know the One I mean. Think of his girl She was only ten Her dad was promised Money and then This man of the field who didnt get much For the bean that it yield Sent his Daughter With the scout Who sold this Wee girl out He sold her on Now her innocence Is all but gone But for this little girl Though still very sad It doesn't end there And this next bits Not bad You see this little Girl- was taken back To her dad La Mai Coffee Then came to town They bought next Seasons bean Dad no longer A frown Cause he can feed His little girl Cause La Mai Came to town So please please Think about the bean That you drink. I walk off stage now. Hope I havent made You feel too stink But that I have make you Ask What brand do I drink Author: Andrew Curry Description: Insipred by La Mai, fair trade coffee http://www.brighthopeworld.com/