sexual assault – callie daniels-howell

For K

Here you are, a nine-year-old sex worker in the walmart parking lot. Here you are, in a sequined red shirt — flimsy, translucent, bare-ly hiding the chest you aren’t old enough to grow. Here you are, nine years old. You are nine years old. Once, in that sheltered place, bumbling through heart and soul onContinueContinue reading “For K”

impossible reconciliation

My heart hurts and my spirit is heavy. These are my peers. These are my friends, my sisters, me. And I am furious. I am deeply, deeply sorrowful. Those who know me well (or who have read my writing) know that the aspect of my experiences in Kenya which has pained me, challenged me, overwhelmedContinueContinue reading “impossible reconciliation”