She was ten years old, not yet all her teeth
But already tall because mom
Arranged evenings with speakers
Come to satisfy their inclinations
They watched her undress
Sometimes even touched her
And she, she kept quiet
And every day heard
"Don't be sad Emilie
Don't be sad, rather take off your clothes
Dry your tears Emilie
Dry your tears and please: smile"
Still at fifteen exploited by her parents
Thieves and rapists of her childhood
Sold because property, day after day abused
She was trapped
They had filmed her and threatened her
To reveal her dirty secrets
So she kept quiet
And every day heard
"Don't be sad Emilie
Don't be sad, rather take off your clothes
Dry your tears Emilie
Dry your tears and please: smile"
Little girl will grow up
Will startle at the slightest contact
And alone in her room
Every night it will haunt her
With the passing time
Pain diminished
Her wounds healed
But will not be able to forget
"Don't be sad Emilie
Don't be sad, rather take off your clothes
Dry your tears Emilie
Dry your tears and please: smile"

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