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What would they say?
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What would they say? |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio 
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what would they say? can they tell? im just a poor little girl taken hostage, on this boat, to the white bread tuxedo cigarroom smoking world, sitting beside a l2 piece set of silverware on the captains table, what would they say will i be branded poor white trash, forevermore, if i use the wrong fork to slice and dice the romaine? can they see my roots, of working class poor city projects dweller, child of the 60's, rockaway girl, singing sargent peppers songs, while i swang off steel grey monkey bars, rooftop pidgeons, decending on colored chalk drawings, transforming black asphalt playgrounds on hot summer nights into an island paradise, wine, more wine, red, or white drink up,drink up straight from the bottle just like home, a disposable dixicup drinker, toast to life, dont need a freaking crystal glass, get me thruough this dinner, what would they say, can they see it in my face, can they see how kinky i really am, that as we chitchat about nothing, i'm enjoying a hot and heavy 2 minute romance of the eyes, with the maitre 'd as we dine right now, what would they say if they knew, a 47 year old woman raised on blissful beachnights looking thru the view of the lifeguards world truly still believes in wishing on starlight? what would they say, if they realized one of the few things this once helpflessly insecure girl has learned as the summers roll on by, is that times like this are just all gloss, all filler, all bullshit, that things like this don't really matter much at all [This message has been edited by inkedgoddess (01-31-2003 07:00 AM).] |
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bklynboy Senior Member
since 2002-12-15
Posts 660florida |
Why do we care what strangers think but somehow we do especially when we are on cruises. People who we may never see have influence over us. I can relate to what you say, cause I have been there. Why do your writings stir up memories. Played many a time upon rusting monkey bars. I can still feel the sand between the toes from the moonlight parties on the beach. Where have those days gone? Wish I had 30 years back. |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Michele, Descriptive, right to the "freaking and bullshit" words...these belie an effort of supposing she is anything higher than how taught... red blood vs. blue blood???? I don't think so....good taste and manners are not subject to wealth of any class or race.... "They" were playing lap games under the table while she was eye dancing with the waiter...no difference here between 'classes' except money.... What would cause 'white trash' to presume the 'upper class' is less immoral....they just have a better box of dress-up clothes, real pearls vs. pop-beads....if one can get jealousy and envy to take a back seat one can undress everybody...no difference at all....really! Time will catch up with every soul and all I can do is be sure this rock sparkles.. when I stop playing God I let Him be God and justice will prevail...only He can judge, as only He knows the density of any one soul...they are not the same...as one face is different from another... This poem certainly provoked me Michele. Poor people who have their act together can waltz in any group of people and be comfortable...likewise, so can the wealthy, be just as comfortable rubbing elbows with street people....has to do with inner love not inner city..... Thank you for this is helps me clarify much in my own life of poverty..... choices I make on a daily basis... You wrote this very well. I do like the depiction of inner city living. Hugs, Pat  ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
thank you pat, it just was written as i spoke online to an old rockaway beach,queens, new york, friend, actually growing up working class, we were all in the same boat and we didnt realize we were not "upscale" or anything remotely like that, until little by little our parents wanted to "move it on up" to suburbia; then we realized that the mercedes was power, not the chevy biscayne. therefore, the sting of not being "comfortable" or "well to to" setting in in those teen years, well something like this, dysfunction lived in the "father knows best" worlds back then, too, just didnt realize it, took me a while to become comfortable with who i was, and who i am and that there is beauty everywhere if you have the heart to find it, but i still find people do put on airs many times and it makes me kind of feeling like diving down into my mermaids rock on the blessed rockaway shore again |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
M? Your reply is poetry as well. I so enjoyed this--and would also love to see you continue...so much to be said here. (and oh-I-would-love to talk with you about just such experiences--chuckle--seems I "clean up nicely" m'self!  )Loved this. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
inkedgoddess You state the question and the answer, the write is a delight. |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
thanks, kids, serene one, anytime, hope youre doing okay, love and peace to u \ |
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bklynboy Senior Member
since 2002-12-15
Posts 660florida |
i remember growing up not knowing any better. We were all in the same boat or inner tube. We were just kids and we had fun. Too bad those kids had to grow up but who said they grew up, they just got older. |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
I'd say you're a gem, a one of a kind beautiful soul |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Ya know... I like your style. Straight up, strong and earthy. Good job. ThisDiamond |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
inkgoddess, you scrub up ok. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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