They took me as the slave,
only 13, walking home
from Castillero, a man
told me he knew my mommy
and was to give me a ride
.
They took me far away,
past the border, and let
men with dirty things touch me
in between my special place,
giving every kind of disgrace
.
I saw a poet in San Francisco,
who read a world of beauty to me,
I told him of the terrible things
and said I still wasn't free
then walking away to my duty
.
It's the only thing I know,
to whore and transport,
I get money to live on my habits
They won't let me go
and I don't know how to escape
.
Now I cross the border again,
to give filthy things to nasty people
to hold onto to slow sicknesses
and do my master's bidding
for the people who taught me everything
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Reviewed by Richard Vallance (Reader)
Reviewed on November 10, 2003
Woah, this is wild, Tyler!
You certainly don't mince words!
Whew, you knocked the breath quite clear of me (and that takes some doing, eh?)
This is a great human face on a savage human filth. Great, in that it is understated and saddly innocent. (I think there's a typo here unless I'm reading it wrong: "to hold onto to slow sicknesses")
PI novel set in Manhattan during the 1980s when art galleries and model agencies were the two most glamorous businesses in the world. Dangerously well written.
Read Chapter 1 here: https://www.lit4u.com/art-and-beauty-chapter-1/
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Woah, this is wild, Tyler!
You certainly don't mince words!
Whew, you knocked the breath quite clear of me (and that takes some doing, eh?)
Riccardo
Jeremy, not quite sure what the typo you are talking about. It's all properly spelled...