Blake, Youth Participant
My name is Ben. I live in a leather bound house. I see the joys of being received and the pain of being given away. Sometimes it is by force and others from the goodness of someone’s heart. I have seen girls weep at the sight of me being given to who I can only assume is their father. I have seen the joy of a father when his daughter or son gives me to him. I have seen diplomats withhold me from their workers. I have seen the workers ask for more of my brothers and be denied. I want to help but cannot. I have seen and heard but never have I been allowed to talk. But you see, what can paper do?