The Girl That Sings

You know the weather's nice when you hear the bellowing voice of the girl down the street sitting on her porch, hair dyed a blue-green purple. She'll sit there in her super high cut shorts and a baggy tee-shirt and will sing to whatever she feels like, but mostly those annoying romance songs you hear on the radio. But she doesn't just sing, she sings. I mean, pushes the notes with such force from her lips that me, typing on this computer can hear her perfectly fine and realize that, well, she's quite out of key. Now I know that sounds rude. The out of key bit. But it doesn't take a singer to realize that she's a little rusty, in nicer terms. And hearing that, loud, loud, loud, out of tune missing-the-mark singing from down the block punctures most ears, but my heart too. I feel bad. Why does she do it?
I know her little brothers. They both have about 2 tons more of ADHD then they should. They're crazy. They do stuff like chase the neighborhood dog around the block with a stick and cuss, yes cuss the owner out. They're like seven. They do have problems and all of them live at their grandmas- their mom left them. So why would the girl want to bring anymore attention to them all? I mean, everyone's familiar with her brothers and not in the good kind of way.
I see her smoke at night, late when grandma is asleep and the boy too old for her pulls up. His pick up truck is dirty. They get out and puff and sometimes she goes places with him. Once, in the pouring rain though, I saw him screaming at her, and she was running after that dirty pick up. In the rain in her two inch shorts and her makeup was unhappy. 
Dad says it's cause she wants to make sure people know she exists. Wants people to realize her, to look at her, to get just a little bit of attention, because she has none. I don't even know her name.

Aren't we all sometimes the girl that sings down the street?