{"id":23827,"date":"2016-08-13T19:19:43","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T23:19:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=23827"},"modified":"2016-08-13T19:25:47","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T23:25:47","slug":"aint-no-love-on-the-streets","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/aint-no-love-on-the-streets\/","title":{"rendered":"Ain’t No Love On The Streets"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ain’t no love out here…<\/strong>
\nLots of fear.<\/strong>
\nI ain’t scared no more;
\nI’m only a whore.
\nAin’t got no house…
\nHave a pimp, he’s a louse!
\nAin’t no perks…
\nJust johns and jerks.
\nAnd all of ’em are shit;
\nAin’t worth their wives spit.
\nBut, she don’t know…
\nHe also does blow.
\nAin’t no place to rest…
\nThat’s only for the best.
\nThe high class whores…
\nIt’s the same score!
\nThey are just like me…
\nJust they got a higher fee.
\nMaybe it’s cause they’re young…
\nAin’t got no blues to be sung.
\nI know there’s no place…
\nNo matter my religion or race.
\nHomeless just means you’re dirt…
\nCause no man gives you his shirt.
\nAnd if he do…
\nHe is homeless, too.
\nThe mothers and kids…
\nWho live here, on the skids;
\nEven if she does right…
\nIs ignored,\u00a0out of sight.
\nThey think we are all sluts…
\nNo if, and or butt’s!
\nWhat if they asked us…
\nGave us fare for a bus?
\nA few are just teens,
\nFor them, it’s just means.
\nWhy is it wrong to be here?
\nIn the way, and people fear.
\nAnd even if we cry…
\nOn whom can we rely?
\nGovernment is overrun…
\nOr under the gun.
\nThe people don’t see…
\nAt least, not me.
\nI am the homeless git;
\nWho never did fit.
\nMy babies are all dead;
\nI couldn’t keep ’em fed.
\nAin’t no love in the\u00a0streets;<\/strong>
\n Just us, the homeless, the freaks.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Ain’t no love out here… Lots of fear. I ain’t scared no more; I’m only a whore. Ain’t got no house… Have a pimp, he’s a louse! Ain’t no perks… Just johns and jerks. And all of ’em are shit; Ain’t worth their wives spit….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":745,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,1136,5],"tags":[1796,1798,1797],"class_list":["post-23827","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompts","tag-homeless","tag-skid-row","tag-whore"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23827","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/745"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=23827"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23827\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24063,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23827\/revisions\/24063"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=23827"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=23827"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=23827"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}