I lived under a sagging lemon tree once, for three day to be exact. The branches hid my figure as I lay underneath the blanket of stars. When you’re homeless even if only for a few days, you get to see some interesting stuff happen right before your eyes. Maybe even things you would rather not have to see. Prostitutes would frequent up and down the major boulevards after 11pm until the early hours of the morning while most people were hiding their sins behind closed doors simply counting sheep.
But her, she was bruised a couple weeks ago by her pimp.
He beat her bloody because she didn’t make enough the week before. He wasn’t happy about her performance, obviously to him she needed to perform more. She had to be strong though, she had a four year old boy who’s life depended upon it. She didn’t know who the father was, could have been anyone, all she knew was that she was the mother. She had a plan though, she was going to make it big! And tonight, tonight was the night she was going to make more than enough money to get her and her fatherless child off the streets. As she gazed in the mirror she could see that the strikes to her face had bruised the skin tissue so deep that her bone was mildly disfigured. But her hope was tenacious, she was determined to look beautiful at any cost. She began to cover her face with foundation than cherry colored blush. She had to use a lot of blush if she was to cover the recent souvenirs of her one bad night.
As she began to put her stockings on one-by-one she could still hear the Rabbi talking in the back of her mind ” Remember the Torah young one, beauty is defined as someone who passes through many rivers and storms and makes it out on the otherside.The word beauty is the same as the word presist. Beautiful child, beauty has nothing at all to do with the outside. Nothing. That is all fleeting as is youth, but it is the person who hold onto to extreme hope that there is something more than what is now. Never forget this”. And she never did. She is still holding out hope. Oh sure she isn’t beautiful on the outside right now, but on the inside she is more beautiful than a thousand sunrises or sunsets placed in a jar. I would love to tell you that the girl found her way to freedom. That she and her child has found a nice 2-bedroom apartment on the outskirts of town. But, I would be lying.