SLUM SISTER
I walk deep into the dirtiest area of town,
crime everywhere.
The air of the desert surrounds us.
It was the dreams that haunted me the most.
As if I was there with her.
Nightmares that crossed time and space.
In a room is a girl child,
she is crying,
another night, another meal
barely enough to keep her alive.
She eats her meals with the dogs.
Her holes are torn open.
God knows how many males
have used her tonight.
She has no memory of a life before this.
I offer my hand,
and even though she wouldn’t trust
anyone else promising change,
she knows by the look in my eyes
of my sincerity and compassion.
As I pick her up,
holding her closer to me,
I whisper endearingly,
“It’s time to go home, little sister.”
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