The Street Girl

Street GIrl


Time was 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 hop,
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.

-Bonnie Parker

Yeah the actually Bonnie of the actual Bonnie and Clyde was a poet. Who knew?

The assignment was Poetry Art. I found the poem here, and then the image I used was this:

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I chose the image because in my version of the Bonnie and Clyde story, they’ll be stirring up trouble on the east coast and then planning on driving out west and hiding somewhere in California, and I figure they’d drive through a lot of desert to get there. The photo editor I used is called pixlr and it’s an app you can find in the chrome webstore if you use google chrome as your browser. I only used that because my good computer with photoshop had run out of battery and I was feeling really motivated and didn’t want to wait for it to charge.

So the first thing I did was take my little magic wand to the sky to select it, and then I deleted it because I wanted to choose my own shade of blue for the sky. Then I took the main image layer and edited the curves, made it less saturated and warmed up the color.

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Then I just used the gradient tool to do the sky, and I picked out a font and placement for the bit of the poem I was using. And then it was all done!


  1. Wow – a learning moment for my day Bonnie Parker – poet. Recent news articles have been comparing a teen couple as on a Bonnie and Clyde spree so the content grabbed me right away. There has always been that folk lore kind of glamour for this pair as well which creates story and interest so it was a factor in drawing me into your narrative. That you will be doing a twist on B&C for noir106 is cool too.

    I appreciated your descriptions of how you adjusted the photo and why. It told me there had been more to this than just grabbing a pic and putting words on it – you had to do some stuff to make it fit your story. Also a good example that one does not have to search for a perfect fit if they can take something and create to make it fit. That manipulation is not evident makes it even stronger because the focus is on the story. As a reader, I also enjoyed knowing your flexibility in moving to your phone app because the computer wasn’t charged. Resourceful and also provides an example to others that there are more ways to skin a cat (is that another noir reference? – 🙂 Ha! – I might be getting the hang of this too!)

    One nugget of critical friend – Did you try the text in different fonts and placements? It is powerful filling the full upper third. My eye goes right to the words and the picture after as a second look. I was wondering how it might change or create impact if you looked at the text as a object of the photo composition and framed it differently. Looking at the final product as a a visual creation of objects for balance and composition and then working backwards towards content and if that would pull it together differently as a whole and then really show how you took the time to choose color, tone etc. to tell the story. Just a thought….

    Nice work. Can’t wait to see more from you.

  2. Leanna,

    Looks like the open, online aspects of #ds106 are apparent. Where else can you get such thoughtful and constructive criticism from someone on your creative work who is not part of your university, not less your class?

    I love #ds106. And I love you are digging out Bonnie poems, so beautiful. Also, here is the current Bonnie and Clyde comparisons going on right now:

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