Street Words - 3. Chapter 3 A Rent Boy’s Christmas Birthday
My first birthday on the street, I turned 16. I'm a Christmas baby.
A Rent Boy’s Christmas Birthday
My first Christmas on the street, I turn sixteen.
Jeff my lover, my pimp, my only friend gives me a gift
Weed and a muffin. He puts in a match. I blow it out.
I bury myself in his arms. Tears I can’t hold.
Don’t want to be brave.
Dinner at the mission. We are so hungry.
After that we walk the street to make our rent.
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