Erin’s Story – Clifton Redmond

I used to see her face, natural
beauty, her lonely portrait
in geography books, on the cover
of history books, staunch

complexion, standing out
from the crowd; wearing
a gown of clove green,
honest, unique, innocent,

now I see her on the cover
of glossy magazines, photo-
shopped, fake, ravaged. Her
grayed threads hanging, under

headlines of corruption, lies,
manipulation. She sells herself
to the highest bidder,
a tarnished whore,

dragging herself, begging,
through the open market streets.

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