I see you number 9
I see you number nine
The small red disc attached to your bikini top
The white number 9
Reduces you to just a number
Or does it allow you to keep who you really are
Hidden
Those men do not know you at all
I see you number 9
Up there for all to see
The oh so skimpy bikini
In a culture where modesty is still valued
Anchored to the bar by a silver pole
500 Baht will release you for the night
And give permission for almost anything
I see you number 9
The emptiness in your eyes
As you dance in shame and guilt
Missing your babies so far away
Remembering black eyes
As the alcohol spoke for your husband
Hungry and naked as the money was all gambled away
Loneliness and release as he takes a new wife
I see you number 9
Each month sending money home to Mama
As she cares for your babies
Building a better house
Draining your money and your life
To pay off the loan against her land
I see you number 9
As the light comes into your eyes
The light of hope
When you hear of a man called Jesus
Who paid with his life
To release you,
Not just for one night,
But forever from spiritual slavery
A man called Jesus who loves you
I see you Beloved
No longer just a number
No longer a woman to be scorned
But daughter of the King of Kings
I see you Beloved