Monthly Archives: February 2014

Wait… How do I do this?


Going to an interview for the first time is Soooo nerve wrecking. Honestly what do you do, or say. What are the key words that’ll help you get the job. So many interviews and not one have hired you. Any pointers or tips on how to land a job ?


The Super Bowl: A Sex Trafficker’s Playground


Forte E Bello

woman hostageIn just a few short days hundreds of thousands of visitors will flood to the MetLife stadium in New Jersey for Super Bowl XLVIII. Many visitors will be coming to show their pride and cheer on their favorite team, but tragically, thousands more will be coming for something entirely different. What most people don’t know is that the single biggest game of the year has also been called the single largest human trafficking event on the planet.

Just beyond the stadium lights, hidden within the shadows will be thousands of victims, women, children and even men, caught in the inhumane web of sex trafficking. For them this day will bring something much different than football, loud cheers, hot dog stands and painted beer bellies. For them it will bring pain, abuse, repeated rapes and even fear of death. The exact numbers of trafficking cases in a given year or…

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This Girl ….


When you look into her eyes, what do you see?
She been hurt, abandoned, abused, & misused.
Day by day she stands strong.
With a smile on her face like there’s nothing wrong.
“Are you ok?” They ask her
She replies “yea I’m fine, just tired”
She tired of the cheating& the games.
These boys play nowadays.
Built up a wall
To keep out the hurt.
Careless & heartless, is now how she works.

“Pacemaker make-her better”


“I’m getting the battery replaced in my pacemaker on Monday” ….”that’s great good luck” … Since that day after you have yet to say one word to me. You have yet to ask me how it went and if I was ok or even a simple I love you. I’m your daughter, your blood. How is it that a man that’s not even my biological father can come with me to the hospital and spoil me the day before my surgery and comfort me when I was freaking out about it but my own father can go 4..5 days without checking up on me & have the nerve to say you was worried about me! You don’t care. But your pretending you do…. :/