Updated: Aug 24, 2020
By Emmanuella Iluebbey
With ragged clothing and torn hems,
Bruises line the length of her arms,
Criss-crossing over the recently healed scabs.
She reeks as though without a bath for long.
Her hair is shabby and outgrown,
With dirt making home in the midst of knotted, twisted strands.
Mud streaks down her face from her temples,