Photo by Lerone Pieters

I met her on the streets one night. It was late, cold, and dark in more ways than one. Her eyes scanned the street as I stopped to say hello. I knew she was in trouble, as I had seen it hundreds of times before- scared, panicked even, drugged, suspicious, and at the same time, very childlike. But don’t be mistaken, cross her and you will see the fury…. She told me she was forced to sell herself every night. Her boyfriend, the notorious gangster was just down the street in a van, watching her every move. She…