The prostitue who goes to work one night
and spends hours begging for her life
and the life of her unborn child....
making it home all bloody and bruised
but making it home alive.
She goes to sleep crying and clinging to her children,
thanking God...
then as the sun sets on another day
she gets in the shower,
picks out her clothes,
and hides those bruises...
kisses the kids and walks...
back down the street where fate almost took her life
the night before.
She stands tall,
looks beautiful,
smiles at all that she meets,
and then goes home,
showers and cries herself to sleep
clinging her children
thanking God.
Boston, MA 1995
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