I AM
I am a child born of innocence. I am a child born of innocence. I am a child that loves sunlight. I am a child that hates the cold. I am a child that loves to be held by the loving arms of my mother. I am a child that loves to be held by the loving arms of my mother. I am a child that crawls before I walk. I am a child that lunges before I swim. I am a child with ribbons and bows. I am a child bruised by abuse and screams of violence. I am a child, a child! I am a child, a child, a child— Mommy—a child!!
MARTIN, MARTIN
Where in the world would you be today, if an assassin’s bullet had not taken your life away? I remember as a high school student watching you on TV as you gave us your great speech.
Lorraine Zier I also remember walking home from school in the 11th grade and being around a crowd of kids, walking down the block and hearing a TV through open doors and a woman walking out of the house, crying, saying, Martin Luther King was pronounced dead.
THE PROSTITUTE
Martin, you were loved by millions.
Lorraine Zier
They use her, abuse her. I wonder how much she makes by the hour. She smells sweet, like a popular flower.
Lorraine Zier
MISS LORRAINE Miss Lorraine, you have not a home. So you have time to roam.
Lorraine Zier
