The Legend of the Street Mistress…
9/07/06

She stays hip to beat
eyes focused on the streets.
Her invisible pain has yet to be seen.
Surrounded by fallacies
and flawed deception
The fear of rejection
has already manifested.
Her self worth passed away,
and is merely an essence.
Her daddy was in love with a stripper
Sipping on MD 40/40 when he
and her mother connected.
She was conceived under a red
light in the summer’s eve.
Flowing through her mothers
veins it is herself that she sees.
Displeased with her destiny,
From her face flows a river of tears.
As she lays awake
in a nocturnal brilliance,
unclear of her direction
and unconnected to her inner self.
She stores her brokenness on a
shelf and screams FUCK THE world
She’s out for self.
Coping with the 9 on the shelf.
And if she can’t drain
you of your wealth.
Hasta la vista …

and now your ass is on the shelf.

She lives to die and testifies
“I’m the baddest bitch and I keeps it real”
But all that is left of her is shaking
on the video director’s reel.
Or in the bed with the next
victim who will provide her next meal.
In the heat of the night her life is cold.
And her body is sold to the highest bidder.
Slicker than the quickest snake
Harder than the 8.9 earthquake.
She rocks your soul and shakes your mind.
Gives head so good,
in your ears you hear wind-chimes.
And when she slow grinds,
your pockets become lockets…
because that’s where her heart lies.
And If you say I love you …
she’ll block it and feed you more lies.
She likes to be in the midst of the mess
And sometimes,
the only place she can ever seek acceptance.
She receives drama for her karma,
and seeks no reciprocity
Truly she is the master of this
“Street Mistress Philosophy.”
I can’t not judge thee.
This is who she came to be.
Made only in America,
this her mentality forever.
Clever with tricks and
the get rich quick schemes.
She claims she’s mastered the
game to maintain her fame.
Hurting behind the scenes…

Her true self … un-seen.

Etched in concrete,
you will see her in the faces of many.
Silhouettes of them are formed
and documented as the ghetto history.
The tales of them are sworn to
secrecy and will forever remain a mystery.


The Legend of the Street Mistress …

Who will re-tell her story?


(c)2008 - Storie "elle" Devereaux

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