3:23 a.m. On nights like these when I cannot sleep, I lay awake remembering girlhood giggles and idols long dead and buried. My heart feels restless and unsettled as I toss and turn -- desperately hoping for a better tomorrow. And yet, my most fervent prayers seem to be slipping further away, stolen by foolish men consumed with greed and power as we are left to suffer alone, screaming out in anguish into the still night sky.
xoxox Chocolate Girl in the City xoxox