I was always dancing

Recently I found a poetry book, The World Split Open -- Theatre and Writings by Women in Prison, written by women in a Massachusetts jail. Below is the beginning of one of the featured poems, I was always dancing by Margaret Robinson:

She gave me a computer printout
of her life, typos
and misspellings marked in ink.
"I'll do anything for a man,"
she wrote. "Dad, Hell's Angels"
tattoos on her arms.
Thirty, looking thirteen in the face,
she tossed her long dark hair
and lit a cigarette.
"I'm always looking for love."