Lisa Shirley

by Staff Writer

Lisa Shirley

by Mari

Trying to maintain her composure..

The plain, ivory, painted walls covered the exterior of the room,

Deep brownish wood decorates the glass doors.

The lowly dimmed light hits Lisa's blond streaks that are running through her light brown hair

her light alabaster skin smoothes her face, baby blue eyes are the centerpiece of her face,

her blanca shirt grazes her fertility and her corazon

Her azul shorts flowing on the legs she uses everyday to keep on surviving.

First she takes a deep inhaling type of breath,

she's trying to maintain her composure, letting her lips speak about her $65.00 in food stamps that was stolen,
That $65.00 was going to feed her mijo.

Trying to use her palabras, as our program director says.

"Someone stole my $65.00 in food stamps that was going to feed my son."

Then the room became so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Talking, speaking, & maybe almost crying

she still handles herself like the warrior she is.

She's fought against drogas, prostitution, alcohol, and her own worst fears.

Resisting, thriving, and surviving.

Always coming back to focus on the positives in her crazy life.

Her words speak realness, her brain thinks of her goals she wants to accomplish, her hands and her arms are how she shows you her love.

Working on family reunification, because her mijo is her heart and soul.