MY JAIL MINISTRY GIRLS
They filed in one following after the other Each like the other looking lost All scoping the floor with a sad countenance Dressed in highway zebra orange jump suits Silver chains joined their legs ankle to ankle Clanging rhythmically with each sliding step Emotional accessories clung to them Like jeweled baubles worn in the night street trade Around their necks were pearls of hopelessness As mothers they word badges of lost children on their hearts They drank from all the youth fountains early... Sign in to see full entry.