Street Bitch

I am not a poet so don't take me too seriously but I'd like to comment so..anyway..I like how you've written the birth part "one with the streets"..implying that she really didn't have an option but to be who she turned out to be..which sort of contradicts the "SlutVille road" part coz I think she might be doing what she does to survive so that she can feed herself &/or her family (if she has one)....I mean that's the only part that felt out of place to me..BUT you're the author so you know better..
But I liked it..I hope you don't mind my..critique(?) if that's what this is...idk..I'm new to this.

I loved your comment
I see in poor neighborhoods
especially black neighborhoods
How young black women let the streets
turn them out they let these men turn them out

OK...I know..the scene is not too different in India either...All these wanna be people don't give a shit..I mean, yeah you're not obliged to and sympathy is not what they need..but the sheer insensitivity they show towards them enrages me. At least acknowledge they exist. Sorry, i get carried away by my emotions sometimes. But it's so weird how sometimes you're given an unavoidable fate. I liked your poem, it's one of those issues I really can't understand and hence it intrigues me and saddens me and gets me thinking..lol..I talk too much..

Nicely done Keith...reminds me of my poem, "Small Request."

/EngrVV

Thank you for the comment

great write. you see it w/a lot of truth & emotion...

"skin of concrete "  This line struck me--different take on "thick skin" for me....sigh...Sometimes there are choices and sometimes the choice is already made..at birth.