will you hold me like hull house, for all my grime and dirt
keep me warm and soothe my wounds while i bathe?
a sweeter land could never greet me would you know
how much it hurt to leave a child’s mind in truth my bones
refuse to heal forget life before the move.
would you study me as the sisters did
am i a case study for a savior is this worth
my time am i worth long nights needled fingers
tired sighs back to hull house this is life.
research for the not-well-known, fallen stars who took me in
memorialize these scars on my wrists
tell my babies they were kisses from hasty lips quickly bitten
a sunken ship brought me, second chance of a soul
to hull house pierced but not yet too old.