Kimberly Vargas Agnese

After … ( a poem about sex trafficking)


There were supposed to be dreams as blue 

 as her grandmother’s eyes 

and skies and oceans and everything 

opening up

that’s what her future had always told her

before

petals of innocence fell outside the window 

sometimes 

she trys to remember her grandmother

other times  she  trys  

not to

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Published by Kimberly Vargas Agnese

My name is Kimberly Vargas Agnese, though I've previously written as Kae Bucher. I was born in the Florida Keys, but grew up in the Bay Area before migrating south to the San Joaquin Valley. As I ride barefoot around Fresno, I consider the paths I've chosen and the crossroads where our country seems to have perched itself. Thanks to my Romani ancestry, many people groups reside within me and my poetry tends to reflect this. I love welcoming the sunrise with my Native American flute. I've been rumored to juggle while teaching students how to write. And if you can't find me, I'm probably hanging out with Jesus listening to parables.

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  4. Lord, have mercy, Kae, I did not discern the focus, the inspiration of this poem until I clicked “Like”. As I first read it, it described for me the sorrowing sentiment of anyone – any one of us – who, at a younger day and time had hopes for the future, which were dashed by life’s difficulties. That remains true for me. However, now knowing the heart of the poem beats with an indelible ache of those scarred by the cruelty of sex trafficking, the pain…my sympathetic pain is deepened. For this, I, though anguished, thank you.

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