Answered Prayer by Taicha Adaiah Rojas

Answered Prayers

 
Insomnias nights pain in her eyes
 
numb in feeling skin cold as ice
 
immune to cold seasons cross
 
country dreaming visions of a
 
luxurious lie a pimp has her mind
 
freeway money chasing crossing
 
state lines educated by the life this
 
life isn’t a game a game that anyone
 
can play in this life always a price to
 
be paid losing yourself along the way
 
sleepless nights in and out of cars
 
fast lane track racing survival of the
 
fittest she feels pain her spirit cries
 
rain imbedded in her brain money to
 
be made this life is like being lost in
 
a maze drowning in a pit unable to
 
get out soon as the sunrises allowed
 
to clock out long nights no rest no
 
one to trust lust appeared as love
 
evil dropping her off watching her
 
walk off watch her stand at a street
 
corner 2hours later break her take
 
half the quota take her for a ride as
 
he looks her in her eyes caresses her
 
face he smoothly says be easy Ma
 
put a smile on that pretty face go on
 
girl your safe fear in her heart as she
 
walks away blood pumping adrenalin
 
rushing she ended the night
 
escaping with her life making the
 
rest of the quota by the time she
 
made it home felt like valentines was
 
over piercing her in her side hovering
 
over her wiping the tears from her
 
eyes he was quick to smack her
 
down pound for pound this can’t be
 
love breaking her down shame
 
placed on her head to be worn as a
 
crown redemption pain cries out no
 
one seems to notice her soul is
 
slowly dying many made predictions
 
very little thoughts of her existence
 
hanging by a thread fearing for her
 
life a devilish love controls her mind
 
fear captivated no escaping
 
repetitive threats body bruised beat
 
down face to the ground placed on
 
time out only allowed to speak to
 
when spoken too resistance was
 
down when he was around an iron
 
placed on her backside the point
 
was made her soul would have no
 
rest there was money to be made
 
adapted to the life mind traumatized
 
scarred by the life trying to runaway
 
was her getaway caught up she
 
chose the same ways my eyes not
 
only saw her tears my ears not only
 
heard her cries I felt her pain
 
destined to the life in comparison to
 
Mary from Magdalen just as ancient
 
days snagged by the devil open
 
doors lead him in playing a fiddle as
 
he groomed her she danced to his
 
riddles as he sculptured her with his
 
chisel the tassels on her ankle
 
became entangled mercy
 
approached her loosened by her
 
acquainted by His Love a light
 
through the darkness paves her way
 
a chance for a brighter future she
 
never thought possible choosing life
 
& better days God has opened doors
 
unimaginable to her with praise she
 
realizes His Mercy & Grace doesn’t
 
have a name or a face His Love is
 
Universal amazing God Answered
 
the Prayers of a Prostitute

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Taicha Adaiah Rojas:

I am a Survivor, a Pastor’s Kid, a Youth Advocate, a Spoken Faith Poet, and a voice speaking out against injustice.

I was sexually abused from 4 to 8 years old by my father. 

When I was 11, I told a friend at school who then told her mom who reassured me that what my dad did wasn’t my fault. She also said I would have to tell my mom. I was afraid.

I felt ashamed that I wasn’t the innocent little girl. Inevitably, there were lots of questions, not just from my mom but from detectives. I felt so depressed, scared and angry. 

Two years later, my stepdad was deported back to his country. He was my everything in terms of a father figure. After his deportation my mother, two sisters (age 1 year and 1 week!) and myself were left homeless. I grew more angry and rebelled. I turned to gang life and street violence. And at 16, I met the man that would change my life forever. 

I was coerced, exploited, and trafficked by him. I was mentally, physically and, at times, brutally beat by him. He isolated me from family and friends. He threatened to bring harm to my family, and I believed him. 

I would run away but never could escape because he was also the father of my child. I believed that I loved him.

My journey hasn’t been easy. But I believe God has made it possible. I am now 32 and my daughter is 14. Her father is 40 years old, in prison, and has been sentenced to 40 years for Human Trafficking. 

I share in hopes that my story will transform many lives!