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Page 1: “street love” by Walter Dean Myers

“street love”by

Walter Dean Myers

Troy Butler, Jr.

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“Damien looked, he had seen her beforeHe knew her name, but not much more

“Yeah, I see her,” he said. “she’s the quiet kind I don’t know her game,, or what’s in her mind.”

“And if you found her in your net,” Kevin asked,“What then? Would you throw her back?

Or could she be a midday snack?”“Yo, Kevin, you know I have a plan

And you know I have Roxanne. I’m not into fast foods o r the easy lineAlthough I have to admit the lady’s

Fine as she needs to be but canShe satisfy the brain or the heart

I don’t know.” (10-11)

Damien and Kevin are hanging out on the court and they see a pretty girl walk by across the street and Kevin starts to question Damien about what their relationship would be if they had one. But Damien tells Kevin

that he wouldn’t know because he’s never had a conversation longer than a couple words with her and he knows nothing more than her

name. Damien also says that he doesn’t know her game and the way the thinks and if she can satisfy his mind and his heart , and he wonders

what a movie would be like if her thoughts were on a screen.

The perfect picture for this slide would be 2 guys on a basketball court looking across the street.

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“My head is filled with images as I stumble,Heavy-footed through this endless day.

Terrible images of my mother’s faceTwisted in disbelief, her body trembling

Ass the realization that her life was finishedWashed over her.

Her mouth was open but all that I couldHear was the wailing of her soul

As they hustled her from the chaos of thecourtroom

Into the chaos of the forevernessThat was to be her punishment”.(13)

In this part of the story Junice tells how she has memories of her mother being thrown in jail for 25 years to life for possessing drugs and distributing

them. When she was really a prostitute. This part also revealed how the thoughts of her mom being arrested haunted her every night. Which made

her unhappy and depressed and if anyone had a look in her mind they would turn away.

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“Yeah, it’s hard, babyIt’s hard right down to the bone

I said Oh, it’s hard babyIt’s hard right down to the very bone

It’s hard when you’re a womanAnd you find yourself all alone

I’ve been flapping and scrapping, honeyrunning from door to door

I ain’t what I used to be, ain’t really Miss Rubyanymore

Oh, daughter, daughter, daughter,Why you chasing White Girl dreams?

Yes, oh, daughter,Why you chasing White Girl dreams?

Them rainbow you were finding,Ain’t really what they seems to be,

I told Junice to get herself on upWe ain’t no trifling women.”(19)

Ms.Ruby tells Junice in the courtroom that Ambers are strong women and everything's going to be okay but Junice keeps reminding Ms.Ruby she got 25 years to life. She also reveals

that Junice’s mom’s name is Leslie and she was born on a cold day in December.

I would use a picture of somebody in a courtroom

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“Mommy seemed a hundred miles away

In the yellow-lightCourtroom

With all of the people standing at the tables

And Mommy was smallerThan the were

Even though everybody saysShe is so tall

The judge pushed his glassesUp on his nose when he was

talkingBut Mommy just looked

Down”(16)

In this setting Junice’s little sister Melissa tells in detail what happened in the courtroom and the expression on her mom’s face when she looks up. She also reveals that Ms. Ruby is their grandmother when Ms. Ruby yells “be strong daughter”

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We drone along the faceless highwayThat is the history of my life

Telephone poles, light poles, pretendingDifferences, pretending they are not the

Thousand pages etched of who I amEach episode was written by somebody

With my dark face, my broad back,Mama, Miss Ruby, how far back do we

go?Did some Bantu gap-toothed women

Rise one bright morningAnd march willingly to the shore?

To the waiting ships?

We are on the ThruwayMiss Ruby, her mid slipping in an out(22)

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