Being Woman, Contemplate, Living life

My sisters in poverty

I hurt. I arrive anticipating rays of sunshine, rumbling of waves, golden glimmer of sand, and friendly folks. I find them, and more. Walking through the streets, buzzing with energy and vibrant colours, I notice them outside one massage parlour, then another, then another on a street that seems never-ending. I know it is purportedly… Continue reading My sisters in poverty