She was 11 years old
She was 11 years old
She was alone
She was scared
She has a sorrow in her soul
No one to hold her,
No one to tickle her or to stroke her
No one to care for her, to want her
No one to love her.
They see her sat there
They know she is easy
They do not care
They know they can do it.
Their skin is darker than hers
And she knows she must be polite
She knows the words they can use
It means evil, it is racist.
They befriend her with a smile
Offer kind words and care
They ask her about herself
And they make her feel safe
They give her booze for the pain
And cigarettes make her feel old
And the cannabis makes her feel nice
It is warm and kind and safe and grown up.
And some of them smell of beer
And some of them smell of aftershave
And some of them have grey in their beards
And some of them hold her body down.
And some of them are married
and some of them have kids
And some of them freighten her
And some of them pull her trousers down.
And some of them talk in another language
And some of the dress in different clothes
And some of them she never sees
And some pull her knickers down.
And some of that did that to her
As she cried and held on tight
She does not want to remember
But she can not forget in the night.
And the sorrow in her soul grows
As the dark closes in all around
and she sobs as she rocks as she cries
And she destroys the clothes with the scars.
And she looks into the eyes of those paid to care for her
And she preys that they see what goes on
But they laugh and they smile as they talk
But they do not see when they do not look.
And she goes back to those men
Is it the fear of being all alone
But they do those things to her
And the pain in her soul grows and grows.
She was 11 years old
And some of them held her down
And some of them exposed her body
And some of them burnt her with wire.
She was 11 years old
And they laughed as her skin burnt
And they cheered as her cries rang out
And they laughed.
She was 11 years old
And the mark that they left remains
All hail the mighty Mohammed
Cry for St George Allah Akbar
She was 11 years old
Look deep into her eyes
Who do you see lying there
A daughter, a sister, a child, a whore.
She was 11 years old
And now they look in her eyes and listen
But they can not tell us her name
to protect her.
She was 11 years old
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