I would like to see that person come to justice.

It don't bother me how long it takes.

I just want them to pay for what they did.

Tamara Green wanted to be a nurse,

and she was well on her way to becoming one.

But she had a few courses left to complete

before she could trade in the pumps and the glitter

for scrubs and comfortable sneakers.

In the meantime, Tamara Green was an exotic dancer.

She had bills to pay and three mouths to feed.

So, strawberry, that she was known in the club,

would dance for all of the board and lonely men

who gathered regularly at a top of spa

and the west side of Detroit called All Stars.

Tamara would get home late, check on her kids,

and cook something to eat.

She would wake up early for school,

go to work afterwards, and then do it all over again the next day.

The monotonous and growing schedule,

just another obstacle that those born in the poverty must overcome,

to escape it.

And Tamara Green was on the verge of escaping it.

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