Between home and help

Street girls

It is with heavy heart that we all read the horrifying news of the Salmon River Road Murders. And it is with heavy heart that all the stories of girls I have met while painting murals in the streets around the world. The girls all have the same eyes, I swear. The big staring open looks that ask why are they in this place, lost between home and help. When did the fresh faces innocence leave and the barbed wire wool sweater of knowledge drape over their shoulders. Heavy and pulling the yellow daisies from their souls. There is a place between the cities and the systems, it does exist, these girls are not connected to schools or parents or medical and system help.. and we must we must start seeing them.. not as part of the life in the dark of our communities, but as the light that society has let down….my heart is heavy..for them..

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