Prostitute

He saw her standing around in the middle of the road. She seemed disconnected and out of place. She hair was dirty, matted, and unkempt. She had scars over her dark skin. Her fabric of clothing, a saree, was dirty and had holes in it. She was really no different from any other young beggarsContinue reading “Prostitute”

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Environmental injustice

I feel like you’re taking my asset for your gain The air I breathe, what I feel, what I eat, All for your profit And it annoys and aggravates me