You don’t want to marry me honey
Though just to hear you ask me is sweet
If you did you’d regret it tomorrow
For I’m only a girl of the street
There was a time when I’d gladly have listened
Before I was tainted with shame
But it wouldn’t be fair to you honey
Men laugh when they mention my name
Back there on the farm in Nebraska
I might have said yes to you then
But I thought the world was a playground
Just teeming with Santa Claus men
So I left the old home for the city
To play in its mad, dirty whirl
Never knowing how little of pity, It holds for a slip of a girl
You think I’m still good-looking honey!
But no I am faded and spent
Even Helen of Troy would look seedy
If she followed the pace I went
But that day I came in from the country
With my hair down my back in a curl
Through the length and the breadth of the city
There was never a prettier girl.
I soon got a job in the chorus
With nothing but looks and a form
I had a new man every evening
And my kisses were thrilling and warm
I might have sold them for a fortune
To some old sugar daddy with dough
But youth called to youth for its lover
There was plenty that I didn’t know
Then I fell for the “line” of a “junker”
A slim devotee of hope,
And those dreams in the juice of a poppy
Had got me before I could stop.
But I didn’t care while he loved me
Just to lie in his arms was a delight
But his ardour grew cold and he left me
In a Chinatown “hop-joint” one night.
Well I didn’t care then what happened
A Chink took me under his wing
And down there in a hovel of hell
I laboured for Hop and Ah-Sing
Oh no I’m no longer a “Junker”
The police came and got me one day
And I took the one cure that is certain
That island out there in the bay
Don’t spring that old gag of reforming
A girl hardly ever goes back
Too many are eager and waiting
To guide her feet off of the track
A man can break every commandment
And the world will still lend him a hand
Yet a girl that has loved, but un-wisely
Is an outcast all over the land.
You see how it is don’t you honey
I’d marry you now if I could
I’d go with you back to the country
But I know it won’t do any good
For I’m only a poor branded woman
And I can’t get away from the past
Good-bye and God bless you for asking
But I’ll stick out now till the last
This poem is incredible.
Who is Bonnie Parker?
Clydes Girl, Bonnie and Clyde, she was a poet, a lot of people dont know that.
I need to research this.
The piece you posted was fantastic.
Clyde’s woman, Bonnie
I came back to read this again this morning, then looked up some more of her poems. You’re right, she was an awesome poet. Who knew? Her poetry reminds me of yours, this tough chick on the outside, brutally honest, but hinting at a tenderness that most people would overlook. Keep up the good work, and thanks for posting this.
OH, WOW!!! YOUR COMMENT WAS AWESOME! I’M SO GLAD YOU SEE THE SOFTER SIDE OF ME AND HER. YOU HAVE THE ABILITY TO READ BETWEEN THE LINES, THAT IS A GIFT FROM THE UNIVERSE. TODAY I’M GRATEFUL FOR YOU (:
CHILLS!!! I literally have CHILLS!! Thank you for expanding my mind! I shall reblog this thanx!!
YOU ARE SO WELCOME, I FIGURED A LOT OF PEOPLE DO NOT KNOW ABOUT MS. PARKER SHE WAS A POET, DESPRATE TO LEAVE A LEGACY. SHE WAS A GIRL LOST AND DID MANY THINGS FOR ATTENTION. IT’S JUST SAD SHE HAD TO GO THE WAY SHE DID. SO GLAD I CAN BRING HER TO THE LIGHT (:
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Bonnie, THE Bonnie from Bonnie and Clyde was a poet!! Who KNEW??!! Thanks Mentalnotes1 for putting me on!
This poem is awesome!
This is a great site, I am a Bonnie and Clyde historian. I have been trying to get the public to understand that all that has been written about them is mostly untrue. First of all Bonnie never killed anyone. Never even fired a shot. She had a huge amount of talent. if you have not read outlaws, find it and read it. I love that one. it’s about Billy the kid and Clyde. My name is Dave Otis.
if anyone wants to know the truth about them my e-mail is email@example.com. The History channel will be coming out with a bonnie and clyde mini series. it’s going to be really bad. no facts.
this will be the worst thing ever done about them, so please watch it as fiction. love the site, Dave.
Thank you, I am a huge Bonnie Parker fan, NOT REAL BIG ON CLYDE. I focus on her talent not her past. She only wanted to be remembered THATS IT THATS ALL! I know her poetry well! She was a broken woman. I love her work!
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Ain’t it the truth. Your wonderful poem reminded me of this song by Townes Van Zandt.