If only the sternum came equipped with a zipper, stepping out of the red light district I would have gladly unzipped my chest and shaken off my skin...
One of our girls requested spaghetti for dinner on Monday night and ate it while she breastfed her 10 month old baby. It was her 15th birthday but the first time she has ever had a birthday party...
"Isn't it dangerous to work in the Red Light District; are you ever afraid?" When faced with these questions I always stumble-trip over emotions and words too complicated to communicate...
Lying curled up on broken concrete under an aging spirit house I wondered, “How on earth did I get here?” It was past midnight and the street light shining through a spider web above me was threatening to give away my hiding place...
Hiding under a bed or in the cool shadows of a small closet is where she feels most at home. She hopes to remain unseen by the predators prowling, feeding on terror but her reprieve will only last as long as...
She isn’t wearing a burka. She isn’t on her knees in the middle of the street waiting for the first stone to strike her tender flesh and carry her into another world. But she has been sent to her death nonetheless...
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