Streetwalker “ The guys look like girls And the girls look like guys And I can’t find a date because The guys around here are all fags” My streetwalking friend tells me She has a black eye and a purple bruise Over the bridge of her nose, Some guy punched her and the eye and the Bruises look very bad “When he punched me, blood sprouted out Everywhere and I couldn’t see anything; I thought it was broken but it’s all right, I didn’t know if the guy was tryin to rob me or what Some guy stopped his car and asked me if I wanted to Go to the hospital; but I told him to just take me Home and not to worry about it I got home and washed my face and took a few Tylenol I don’t know if my insurance will cover it, But I’m goin to the hospital tomorrow; I can take the Tylenol for the pain, but what’s really worryin Me is this damn double vision; he kicked me in the head Once, then I thought things were going to get really ugly But he stopped.” I feel bad for her; she’s been homeless for a couple Of months and she was hooking for some money to pay The rent; there’s no anger or sadness in her voice; Matter of fact she tries to cheer me up and proposition Me for a hand job or a blowjob; but I can’t do it This time; she needs money for cigarettes and a soda, So I give her the money for that; then I hug her and tell Her to be more careful out there and I hope She feels better I leave and while I am walking away, I think about her Calm demeanor and how she accepts her fate as Calmly as animal reared in a jungle; if it was me I would be raging and bitchin and wanting to murder Everyone who I see, as my buzz wears off I began to feel very bad