A poem by Jaimee Johnson, Lived Experience Expert of Domestic Sex Trafficking

Isolation

Fear 

Confusion 

Never knowing what tomorrow holds 

Wondering day to day if today will be the last 

Watching life pass by from behind a wall 

Sickness of the 

Body

But also of the 

Mind & Soul 

There’s no telling when your time to fall truly is 

This is the pandemic 

Minds going crazy, wondering if today will be your last 

Will you ever see your family again? 

What about the kids?

Will things ever go back to the way they were before this? 

Will you ever feel normal again? 

This is the pandemic 

Traumatized by the fear 

Anxious for the future 

Stuck in the stillness forced upon you 

Wondering what’s next 

Fearing whats to come 

Wishing for what was

This is the pandemic 

No where to turn 

Because it seems no one cares 

Rightfully so, as they are trying to survive too 

Gasping for air

Wishing the days would stop passing while nothing changes 

Feeling the aches in your body 

Praying they would just stop 

Trying to push the heaviness off your chest and stomach 

Just wanting a full breath of fresh air 

Trembling from the shakes 

just wanting your body back

This is the pandemic 

Although it sounds like this is in regards to the 2020 pandemic 

It seems that’s what it would be 

This is the pandemic of sex trafficking and trauma 

See we been living with it since way before covid 19