IN ME BLOOD
The curtain opens.
It is night in the streets of the Barahona Coast in the Dominican Republic. Outside the Empalizada dance club a young girl sits on the curb under a pale streetlight. She is disheveled and bloody. She looks up and speaks.
Me name is Yuisa. Yes, she is Taino Indian name. Yndios is in me blood.
You are a nice policeman to help me.
I be OK.
I walk home.
I live with me uncle Guamá. Yes, he is Taino Indian name. He is fisherman.
Yes, I live with me uncle.
When I be a little girl me family is poor so they give me to a rich family. I suppose to clean they house. They suppose to feed me and clothe me and educate me. But they beat me. They make me sleep in box. …
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