Karl Stuart Kline
(2.3) Young Girls (Crossing The Border...) - Poem by Karl Stuart Kline
15 & 9- Mama’s in Milwaukee,
Because there’s no work at home.
An illegal worker come to the states
And she had to leave her girls alone...
But she’s got a job and she’s working!
They can finally join her!
She’s made enough and they’re done waiting...
Now she can pay for the smuggler!
He’s someone who says he can do it,
A Coyote who sounds convincing...
Her daughters are precious cargo
And he says that he can do this thing.
But what she doesn’t know
And he’s not about to tell her
Is that once they safely cross the Rio,
They’ll be for sale to the highest bidder.
Pretty girls are most vulnerable,
Unaware of their innocent charms,
They’ll go to sleep in the desert
And wake up in a coyotes’ arms
Because they’re already illegal,
They can’t report him to the police
He’ll have his way with them as they pray
For their eventual release
Many girls are welcomed as “fresh meat, ”
Getting passed around by the fellows,
Then they’re considered a treat
When they’re sent to migrant bordellos
Trying to rejoin their mother
When they got the blessing of the church
And ventured across the border,
Young ladies hoping for decent work...
Instead they’re in a filthy prison
Where there is no running water
Kept against their will,
Forced to service their customers
Men away from their own families,
Following the crops for harvest,
Many feel the need of a woman
And for them a whore is best
Rank from working the fields
And looking for a honey
The girls can’t turn away
Anybody with money,
Then, when the money’s gone,
Their duties continue.
They have to entertain
The boss’s retinue
Likely to be cruel, hard men,
A prerequisite when
They’re hired as guardsmen.
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