Dear little girl with the bruises,
You have become the background of a chaotic city
Selling bracelets to provide
Your box is full of books but no one is teaching you to read
What are your bruises from little girl?
The red hand marks on your chest
Are they the result of a strange medical myth?
Scraping coins on your body to bring out disease?
Or were my first thoughts correct?
The thoughts that sent my heart to the ground
You are exposed to the unthinkable
Roaming the streets with no defense
Has your innocence and vulnerability attracted evil men?
Who will be your voice little girl?
Who will tell you that you are beautiful
without wanting anything in return?
I sit with your bracelet on my wrist
The one you chose with excitement and joy
I can’t help thinking of you little girl
One of many unprotected in the night
My payers are with you precious one
LORD, protect her tonight
