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street roots T March 2, 2012 She is by Elizabeth Stansberry Blue, butterfly, crush, with unmovable arms, she tries to fly above She is always stuck on the ground. She wants to be invisible. She is too powerful, too vulnerable, too beautiful to remain invisible. She clenches her jaw and stares at the world with both eyes open. A blue gaze, that could tear your heart apart. In mere minutes she has scars a wired jaw, a neck pieced together with nuts and bolts. She has wisdom, and black memories. She doesn’t have a mother, she doesn’t have a father. She has a blanket and courage to keep her warm at night. She never had a chance. Her days have all been numbered and her life has been built on random miracles and a thin veil of hope. But she’s a real woman she doesn’t need much to survive and she can push her worldly desires aside. She is a crooked angel with the sweet mischievous smile. She has a heart that shines like a pink diamond. Her mind is an ancient antique. She is brilliant and magical and completely fucked up and broken. She is the one with dirty hair and a sad face The one you never look at when you cross the street to get your coffee She is the rising pheonix eyes and eyebrows etched in ash She is underestimated, tossed around, beaten down, worn out and fed up. She will stumble, trip and fall, then walk on with her head held high. She is composed of beauty and light and proves this daily. She is a real woman, She doesn’t need much to survive: a blue notebook, a flowered backpack, a genuine smile, She may not have a home but she has a name She has a purpose She has dreams and you ought to get to know her because she is the best thing that will ever happen to you. WWW.0CCUPYP0BTLAND.0R6 Fallen Off the Edge A new book by A r t Garcia "Fallen Off the Edge" is a chronicle of one man's experiences after returning from the Vietnam War. Told through the eyes of Street Roots columnist Art Garcia, this book celebrates the major victories born from a series of questionable choices. Art's jocular storytelling takes the reader along with him in and out of the California prison system over the course of 10 years until he found the strength and courage to pull himself up from the fall. The book is available online at www. blurb.com under searchword Art Garcia. Rhythms by Nathan Roper There is a rhythm to the streets A constant beat weather cold or heat The “crack” of a man being hit in the face The slapping sound of a bitch getting put back in place One can almost hear the low groan after a mugging The distinct sound of an AK round going through a Kevlar vest Probably a well-deserved plugging Is that the heartbeat of a thriving city? Or is it the death rattle of a place in decay - no pity Ah the sizzle of a crack pipe The whining of a sick hype So many different types Ah - ohh swish like a locomotive coming to life So does the city at 5 a.m. By noon it’s a noisy jungle Where we play for keeps Where not faraway a looser weeps And for what you ask A few spilled granules of dust A quick moment’s midnight lust This is the oil that greases man Intentions, some I can’t mention Least not today