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The Parlor Floor Blues |
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When I was twelve, a trumpet player from a big Negro orchestra had had me for the first time on the floor of my grandmother's parlor. That was rugged enough to finish me with men for a while. I remember being hurt so, I thought I was going to die. I went to Mom, took my bloody clothes and threw them down in disgust.
"So this is what you and Pop used to do when I slept at the foot of your bed in a cedar chest," I screamed at her. (Baltimore, Maryland, 1927)
from Lady Sings the Blues by Billie Holiday with William Dufty (Lancer Books, © 1965)
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