Me and all the kids from the neighboorhood-- we'd play out in the street all
summer long. Rule was we had to go home at night, when the street lights
came on. We were oblivious to the rest of the world. And we'd hold up the
cars in the street. Yeah, we'd always play boys against girls, and both
sides would cheat. Ohh... Strange men would stop their cars at the
curb say: "Hey sweetheart come here.", and I'd go up to the window and
they'd have their dick out in their hand with a sick little sneer. And
I'd say "Here we go again! Yeah, ok this time you win." and I would feel
dirty, I'd feel ashamed, but I wouldn't let it stop my game. We would
play hide and go seek. Territory would be the whole block. Sometimes the
older boys when they'd find you, they wouldn't want to tag you, they'd just
want to talk. They'd say "What would you do for a quarter? Come on, we don't
have that much time." And I'd think a minute and I'd say: "Ok...give me
the quarter first. Fine." This time you win. Here we go again! And I
would feel dirty and I would feel ashamed, but I wouldn't let it stop my
game. I remember my first trip alone on the greyhound bus, and the man
who put his hands on me to see where his knife fell and I remember when I
left how excited I was and I remember when I arrived I didn't feel so
well. I remember the teacher at school got me so sick and scared I went
into the bathroom and threw up in my hair and I could go on, but you know,
it just gets worse so I think I'll stop there... Girl, next time he wants
to know what your problems is... Girl, next time he wants to know where
the anger comes from... just tell him this time the problem's his. Tell
him the anger just comes. It just comes.