Not a place I would like to call mine, not a place I would like to call home, but a place I can escape my reality. Fighting is not why I do it. A fight is a battle to be heard, a cry for help is a time to stand. I ain’t know much about her, I ain’t know myself. Help is bigger than me, bigger than her, A voice that cries for help on ages, differences & Countries; I ain’t know much about sex trafficking, but I know I cant stop running for reality.