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1 " Yeah, it’s hard, babyIt’s hard right down to the boneI said Oh, it’s hard babyIt’s hard right down to the very boneIt’s hard when you’re a womanAnd you find yourself all aloneI’ve been flapping and scrappingAnd running from door to doorYou know I’ve been flapping and scrapping, honeyRunning from door to door "
― Walter Dean Myers , Street Love
2 " Go. Think. Turn black into white.Night into day. I am tired of thinking.I know where it will lead me and I don’tWant to be there.Go love. Do your thinking. "
3 " Let me thinkThinking is all I haveIf wisdom is a pretenseThen let me pretend to be wise "
4 " She is the only rose that doesn’t smell of plastic "
5 " Wherever your heart rests There I will live and be blessed I've tried to line up the things I Needed to say but now my feelings just Tumble from me. I am half foolish, Half drunk with wanting you With wanting to take your hand And leap into the darkness of whatever Life will bring. Love makes me Brave and without love I'm made Nothing. "
6 " My life is not packaged,Not tidy. There are leftover strands and jaggedEdges that cut even my friends. "
7 " If anyone could look into my head See or feel the dread that has captured Me or see within this sad, unhappy brain They would only turn away Turn away. "
8 " Forever in your armsIs where I want to beHolding you closeWithin the spaceThat once held only me...Forever in your warmthThe place for me and youI feel the sunOur life's just begunI know you feel it too "
9 " And what I was feeling was the wonderOf being more than me, of being moreThan mere here and now allowedI had become a shining star, a burning novaExploded with loveFlying through an endlesslyExpanding universeAway from the me that wasToward a me that is beyondUnderstanding. "
10 " On the streets of the city They have taken my Who-I-Am As well as my What-I-Was And now I am desperate for them both Again "
11 " Yes, she is the fruit that willSustain me and yes, she bringsA rain that I know can chillBut it is a rain so sweet and singsA song my soul insistsThat I follow, if I would existAs more than I have ever, ever beenIf my mother calls it evil, then I embrace the sin "
12 " Can you become The hope I need? Can you help me be More than it is written in my future Or past? Is there another me to find? "
13 " I am too real not to know that real will kill meI am too street not to know what the streets holdfor me "