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a homeless lady on market street. she spoke softly.
though i could hardly hear her i could feel the pain in her stories so genuine and gritty and raw,
that the love of her life abuses her and all she wants is for him to be happy.
searching for love and finding pain
living on the harsh streets of the tenderloin
crackheads tell jokes while they smash in teeth
killing themselves for the joy
the confusion of being spun out in the black hole
gears gnawing and grinding at her brain.
meth pipes scattered screaming "hepatitis c took my youth"
but if we look past the imperfections, the complexities
the urban wasteland she calls home is beautiful
and although our lifes are chaos
we can still look each other in the eyes and say
"we made it, i love you"
because we are emotional, fearless, strong beings
and despite the pain we survived.