these mean cruel streets
gave birth to me
they gave me up unto a world
that didn't know what to do with me
perhaps in restrospect
i owe them for they made me strong
but then they also made me
into the person that sees
but does not see
that feels
yet is incapable of feeling
that breaths
and cares not what happens
these mean cold streets
i walked away from
and stepped into the love
that is this world
i give to this world
what i couldn't have
had i let the streets possess me
i love
and feel this love returned
i know peace and joy
where fear once dogged my steps
and stand proudly before this world
to give back some love
even to those dark hard streets
	Spirits 121602 6/98

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