I see you
To the toddler that runs around the bars playing with last night’s garbage like toys. Your mother is a prostitute. It is not your fault. You spend your days in the arms of your mother’s friends who are prostitutes while your mom is working at the bar. I see you.
To the working girl who is all dressed up with your hair and makeup done. You are playing a game of pool with another customer. You smile and laugh at the customer’s jokes; you flirt and act like you are having the time of your life. You put on an act and leave the bar holding the hand of that man who will...