Ghetto Of Gottingen- 1983 Poem by Michel Angelo

In the ghetto of Gottingen
Raxel Helena is a queen
wears a purple skirt
with a blood red trim.
Sleeping all day,
sometimes on drug; high and low.
At sundown, she sat
in front of a broken mirror
with a pink hot skirt.
Turning her loud lips red
she gets ready to flirt.
Helena moves in Barrington
paces up and down with her cat's walk
over to find a client
sometimes in an unknown car
she gets stuck.
She is back always at three quarter of the night
waiting for her Jesus
passing by her side,
in slow steps she looks at Jesus
Just to say most warm -"Hi"
Years after year
nothing comes more than a Hi
She waits and sigh,
If Jesus could touch her
Before the final good bye.
Jesus was gone touching her hands
Raxel lives with that
Waiting for years
Jesus keep bleeding through her eyes.