Jun 1, 2017 | Desiree Simons, Poetry
Elena’s Eyes When she was seven she was Queen of the Mountains. The village dogs bowed low as they lay wisps of feathers, and warm snake eggs at her dusty feet. Her belly was often empty But Elena’s eyes were full of promise. When she was thirteen a woman came and...Jun 1, 2017 | Desiree Simons, Poetry
Crystal’s tough and street smart. Show no fear and never cry. That’s her mantra and it serves her well. She’s sixteen and has called this corner home for two years. She used to look over her shoulder, always poised to run in case they came looking for her. They...