A Survivor's Poem

Often times, traffickers take the identification documents from their victims so as to keep them trapped and dependent. This is from survivor Laurin C. after she got away and then went through the process to get her identification documents.

"Today I beat a pimp at his game.
Since you took my ID my life has been insane.
Going to jail for nothing, to prove who I am, can't get a job with no ID, I c...ould not plan.
Flying is a nightmare in TSA hands. Since 2002 this is what it do.
Not today, Daddy, with you I am through.
You do not own me; I pulled off your chain. Jesus has me now, watch me make it rain.

Because I'm legal with a government name; too strong for my trafficker and too hard to tame. Leave me alone. I just beat you at your game.
Peace"