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Naptown Past, An Endless Melody
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wordancer Senior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 809VA 
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Always knew we were border-line, just poor white trash from the near East side of Indy. Double-to-double, always on the move; strange—how the roaches also knew our change-of-address. The only girl-child, second of five; not cherished, not loved, who lived in a world of make-believe. To search for flowers in empty alleyways with picked nose, knobby knees; the one that always tried to please. Saw the world in a perfect fog til I was nine, when I finally got those spectacles. And how I hated those pink, pink frames that let me see with perfect clarity what wasn't known. Just poor white trash, with my funny-face and four-eyes all I could do was cry for the nothing I was. It's true cause my mommy told me so and mommies don't lie. In memories, that lonely little girl-child stills wanders up/down Naptown’s alleyways. To hopefully peer through the slatted backyard fences; listening for a distant melody that plays out of time. “Oh look! At the pretty flowers! And the grass, the grass is so green!” IHOPoets, bringing poetic scribes together from all corners of the globe. [This message has been edited by wordancer (04-16-2002 10:17 AM).] |
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pegasus111 Member Elite
since 2000-07-27
Posts 2219ocala, fl, usa |
Too many children fall into this mold. It is sad that parents do not realize the damage they do to their children with verbal abuse. Or, maybe they do realize and can't stop because they hurt and need a whipping boy( girl in this case ). The scars are carried for a lifetime. A well written piece, dancer. Note: you might want to look at the word distance in the last line. Did you mean distant? the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and many miles to go before I sleep...Frost |
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wordancer Senior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 809VA |
Sure did, thanks  The dancer wanders on, muttering under her breath..."them dang burn typos"... IHOPoets, bringing poetic scribes together from all corners of the globe. |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Your words are penetrating. I hope this isn't a true story. I don't understand such cruelty to a child. Joyce |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
wordancer: A sad story and I'm afraid it happens many times, to many children. Most of them never get over it. Hope this is not the case for you. Betty Lou Hebert |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
WordDancer~ Poignant portrayal~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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