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She Comes From the Street

Emma 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.

Emma Ramey

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