On Christmas Day

On Christmas Day… My daughter went to the store. We were trying to do activities to not make the day a bore. We saw a scene that was hard to ignore. A man black like was beating a woman that was black like my child, and my good hearted daughter wanted to me help the woman her voice and tears did implore. But in calm voice, I explained to my child that this scene occurred because the man was a pimp and was beating the woman who was his whore! Daughter is very intelligent but couldn’t understand the relationship between the two combatants, and wiping tears away and clearing throat, she asked me, “Daddy, being a pimp or a prostitute, what would someone do that for?” On Christmas Day…

 - by the Greatest Poet Alive