A poem by Lily K. Lewis
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A Jackson Police Department officer stares into the face of a woman working as a prostitute; his only option was to arrest her. He had no evidence or proof to arrest the man who was likely her trafficker. But where would the officer take her? Years later, this same officer would write a check to the Scarlet Rope Project, a home for survivors of sex trafficking.
Read MoreSpring in Jackson, Tennessee is often a season of contradictions. The most beautiful flowers bloom on dogwoods and Bradford pears, but they don’t smell as nice as they look. Rain comes to water the growing plant life, but severe weather can threaten both the outdoors and our own houses and roads. The temperature is finally high enough that you can wash your car outdoors, but beware of the green pollen that will soon engulf everything you hold near and dear.
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