Free form experimental poem...have fun:
One day in a bad neighborhood in a decent town, this girl walked down the street. It was hot out, I mean real hot out, but she was cool the whole time. I guess that’s just the way she was, it made it real easy to talk to her and real easy to kick it with her and real real easy to let her get the best of you. All in all, maybe it made her dangerous, but maybe it just made her.
