She Comes From the StreetEmma Ramey
There are many possibilities. First: her blood is thick like asphalt. And who said we are all born only from woman. The dirt bears some of us, stone others. Watch as some are slow to lift their arms. They are not from the street; they are the street. She is street, boys. Second: picture small girl raised by yellow lines, who slept in potholes and manholes who fell asleep to engines like some of us do crickets. Third: there was a movement, once, to give Sesame Street some credibility, because even children want to be players and so they shortened the name to The Street. This is all to say, I was wrong when I thought street was synonymous with whorehouse.
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