A prose illustrating the different linguistic criteria. The title is A Mother's Love.

1. Name:Tasheika King
Theme: Human Rights
Teacher:Miss Grant
12B1
Preface
‘A mother’s Love’, tells the story of a Mary Jane, a 15 year old child who was sold into
prostitution. The highlights how dehumanizing it is for individuals who being in human
trafficking. Thus, the purpose of the creative piece is to increase the awareness of human
trafficking, so that the number of persons fighting against human trafficking can increase.
The story is addressed to teenage females and parents. Hence, individuals of the age group of
about 12-35 years old.
The main victims of human trafficking are female teenagers. Therefore, the creative piece is
addressed to parent and teenagers. This way more people can become aware of human
trafficking, thus they will be able to protect and their family from becoming a victim of human
trafficking.
The creative piece will be presented on the television program, on TVJ, at 8:30pm. All Angles is
a television program where the issues facing Jamaica are discussed. The reason All Angle is a
perfect program to use is because human trafficking is an issue in Jamaica, therefore
appropriate to present the creative piece here. Also, since the program begins at 8:30 pm it is
effective that the story will be presented that time, because most students and parents will be
at home this time and will be more likely to watch the program.

2. A Mother’s Love
Mary Jane felt like a stranger in own her room, it has been three years now since her
abduction and she has been in her room. She escaped from the place they called ELH, three
days ago. From the day she escaped from the damn place she hasn’t slept because she is afraid
that when she reopen her eyes she might wake up back in EHL, not to mention the nightmares
that wakes her whenever she drifts off to sleep.
In her dreams she would wake with a pounding headache, sore joints and bounded
hands and feet. She was in a moving van, she would scream but her screams were barely
audible through the cloth banding her mouth. The van would stop and she would always wake
at that moment. The nightmares were like a curse compelling her to relive that dreadful day
over and over.
“MJ?” Mary was brought from her thoughts by the lovely sound of her mother’s
voice and she thought to herself, “mi cyaa get tyad a deh voice deh.
“Um.” Mary responded. If it wasn’t for her hope to see her mother again Mary
knew she wouldn’t have survive a day at that place.
“Yuh safe now yuh hear, no worry yuh self.”
Safe. Mary never thought she would not every feel that way again.
Suddenly she was back in ElH, it was her first day there, her heart was racing, her knees
weak and her entire body shaking with fear. Looking around her she saw eleven other girls who
were as terrified she was.
“Chicas, welcome to the Evening Ladies Haven.” The skinny white woman
standing before them said in a Spanish accent. “You will all be given a new life here and you will
not try to escape. If you do you will be punished! Comprehende?”
One that day they were given new names that was tattooed on their necks, she was
given the name Angel. Damn, she hate that name.
The comforting arms of her mother pulling her in an embrace brought Mary back to the
present and she sunk in her mother’s warmth and just cry. Cried because she was so happy,
cried because she’s so scared, angry and cried because she could simple do nothing else.
About an hour later her mother came back in Mary’s room.
“Eat summu, caus’ yuh mus’ hungry.” Mary took the plate of lovely smelling
food though she did not have an appetite. “Mi soon come mi ago fi something fi yuh drink."

3. Pauline, Mary’s mother said, not looking her daughter in her face as if the grotesques and filthy
sight of her unnerves her and Mary replied with a nod of her head, staring down at the food in
front of her.
After she forced and eat her food, Mary took off the filthy rags she was wearing and
threw them in the garbage. She padded towards the mirror on the cold tile in the bathroom.
She stared back at the person staring at her in the mirror. The person looks like her but those
eyes weren’t hers, they were cold and hating. They were the eyes of someone who has seen
their fair share of horrors. Mary traced her index finger over the scar on her upper lip and a
shiver ran down her spine as she remember how she got the scar.
She was screaming and kicking, trying to fight off the strong man who was taking her to
the room where he could do all the nasty stuffs to her the other girls told her about.
“Shut up!” Mary screamed harder. “Shut yuh raas up!” He said and silenced her
with a punch.
Mary pulled her hands away from her face and clenched them into fists as she went into
the shower. Scrubbing her skin as if trying to scrub away all the hands that had touched her
Mary watched as the brownish colour water slowly swirl in the drain and she wished that the
memories could fade as easy.
Pauline walked into the kitchen, took up her phone and dialled the number she dialled
three years ago. Looking over her shoulder she put the phone to her ears and said in a low
voice, “she’s here.”