WHY?

Why do we still take life for granted when we see young children on TV without any family and no food? 

if you can answer this for me then please don't just tell me tell everyone. 

Interview. Anonymous

-Do you know what the meaning of human right abuse?

"I think it means when someone hurts another persons rights. I think?"

-Did you know that there are children all over the world fighting in armed conflicts?

"No I didn't"

-Wheres Darfur?

"Africa"

-Have you ever felt horrible because someone discriminated on you or your ethnic group?

"I cant remember, but I think so."

-Do you know how it feels to be lonely?

"Oh Yeah!"

-How?

"One time I went out with a couple of my friends, we went to a restaurant and I went to the bathroom, when I came out my friends had left me. And  yeah, thats how I felt Lonely"

-How does it feel to be lonely?

" I felt really sad, and i wanted to go home with my mother. I don't like feeling Lonely"

-Have you ever thought about the children around the world that feel lonely?

"Yes"

-Did that feeling make you want to do something?"

"um. yeah. sure"

-Have you done something?

"I told my mom to give money to a charity thing"

-Do you know what advocacy means?

"No"

-Give me a guess

"Well, does it mean to help another person with their rights"

-something like that

-Do you think you want to 'advocate' when you grow up?

"Maybe, but I also have other things I wan to do too. Like being a fashion designer, and owning my own company dealing with fashion"

-When you go shop for things, and it says on their tags that it was hand made in China, or Thailand, do you buy it?

"If I like it"

-When it says the item was "Hand made" what do you think?

"It might be better, because I like things being hand made especially when it's clothes because I believe every item has to be different"

ok. Thank you.

Ugly.

'I am but one brick in that long … wall of female exploitation and misery' -Unknown

Short Story.

My name is Kina, and my dad sold me into slavery. He's not even my dad, he's my step father. My mom only married him because she needed to, not because she wanted to. That bastard! What have I ever done to him? He does not know how much pain and misery he's given me. Every night a different man comes in, but the ugliest part of it all is that I see the same face, my step-father. Im only sixteen, but I sure do know a lot. I knew that my step-father was spending the money we saved for the upcoming baby. I knew that he had another lady, and maybe another child. Im glad that I don't get the label of being his child. It might be funny to you that I'm talking about my father when Im a child sex slave, huh? - I should be crying about being a slave. But if you don't see I am crying about being a sex slave. He's the same man I see every night, he's the reason why Im killed, why Im thirty-something instead of being a normal sixteen year old. I don't have friends, I don't have a family, I  don't have a home, I don't have a father, I don't have a life, and I don't have rights. Why can't I be the girl that comes out on channel five on Allia's T.V set every evening before 6 o'clock. The one that has the pretty hair, clothes, smile, and life. Torture me why don't cha'? 

Flower age:14

Growing into a weed,

when I can be a flower. 

Touched by hands I don't know.

Forced to make pleasure.

Im screaming to someone who doesn't hear.

Come and stop.

I want help.

Im hanging from a string that Im not sure is thin enough. 

Me, was stolen.

Do you get it?

Im a forced weed.

WHY for me, why my rights?