A prostitute made me a bracelet today.
Pink, white, glitter.
A yellow smile, big brown eyes.

She's so beautiful.
So much taken from her
The world screams slut! trash! whore!
But she made me a bracelet today.

She creates.
She dreams.
She dares to hope.
She is you. She is me.
A prostitute made me a bracelet today.





Jesus, how far have we removed you?
From the trash piles, from the whore houses, from the mud?
How far have we removed you?
To make you beautiful, to make you clean, to make you comfortable.
Oh, Jesus, how far we have removed you.

We've white-washed you,
made cookie-cutter deserts and mass produced you,
sweet smelling and high priced -
sold to the highest bidder, the young and the restless, the popular and the trendy.
Oh Jesus, please forgive us
for how far we've removed you.

Take us with you,
back to the trash piles, back to the whore houses, back to the mud.
Remove us from our independence, our perfumes, our lovers.
Remove us from our false identities, from our hypocrisy, from our mansions.
Remove us from ourselves, God.

Take us back
to the trash piles, the whore houses, the mud.
Jesus
take us back to your heart.



-Cassie