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Injured Pride

White Cadillac
waiting for her.
Black night shadows
hide crimson lips.
Rude passerby
tosses a coin.
It injures more
than just her arm.
Someone's daughter
of meager means.

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James Marshall Goff

August 11, 2018 at 2:36 AM

Wow...creative, feelings off the charts, perfect rhythm...thank you Rhoda

Paul Callus

August 5, 2018 at 3:55 PM

With a few strokes of the pen you draw a striking picture of this woman, leaving us to muse over what might have brought her to this stage in life. ~ Thank you for successfully trying out my form! Regards // paul

John Gondolf

August 4, 2018 at 10:38 AM

A powerful statement with so few words, Rhoda. When I see the street walkers I sometimes wonder what their story is and how they got to this place; I wonder if this is what they want to do or is it what they have to do. Best wishes. John

Rhoda Tripp

August 4, 2018 at 11:33 AM

...and thank you for your comment and loyal friendship.

Rhoda Tripp

August 4, 2018 at 11:26 AM

I think, like anything else, it becomes their comfort zone...a means to support themselves, (and possibly their addictions) that they feel they cannot escape...that and their low self esteem keeps them there.

Richard Lamoureux

August 4, 2018 at 9:40 AM

Wow, so much said with so few words.

Rhoda Tripp

August 4, 2018 at 11:34 AM

Thank you, Richard. Much appreciated.

Pat Adams

August 3, 2018 at 6:27 PM

Black night shadows hide crimson lips is very powerful. To me it felt like it was in a cold rain. Sad, but very compelling. Well done my friend!.....80)

Rhoda Tripp

August 4, 2018 at 11:36 AM

I know exactly what you mean about that cold rain...a drizzly type that casts a morose mood onto the scene. Cool that we think alike that way. Thank you for your kindness, Pat.

Emile Pinet

August 3, 2018 at 6:07 PM

The story is well told and the emotions strike the heart with their impact and depth of perception. Very well penned. Emile

Rhoda Tripp

August 4, 2018 at 11:37 AM

Thank you, Emile, for your support and kindness. You are a Dearheart.

Tom Cunningham

August 3, 2018 at 1:44 PM

It's so tragic and they go so far down the road they can't find their way back. Tom

Rhoda Tripp

August 4, 2018 at 11:39 AM

Very tragic...it is one thing I always wished churches would do...get involved in this night trade and give them a safety net...maybe some churches do...I really don't know. Thanks for your faithful following and your kind comments, Tom. Much appreciated.

Carolyn Devonshire

August 3, 2018 at 12:18 PM

Rhoda, these girls seem hidden from those who would want to help them. And their parents often wonder what happened to the young girl who left home. You wrote beautifully about the sad lives they lead. Hugs, Carolyn (And thanks for your comments)

Rhoda Tripp

August 4, 2018 at 11:43 AM

Yeah...and like I told John, I think it becomes their comfort zone. I did help one once...she was bruised from head to toe, wouldn't press charges, but I gave her a full tank of gas, a cell phone, and some cash for a drive to a relatives house a couple states away, invited her to my home for a meal...then...about six months later I saw her again...same place she was before. Its their comfort zone. Sad stuff. Thank you for following along on my writes. Much appreciated.

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