Who is that dark-haired girl
That lives among the shadows of 30th Avenue?
The one that treads with an ugly grace and sense of confinement
As she digs her callused feet into the pavement?
She moves slow - she is in no way rushing,
Because she knows it is futile
To avoid what she has been sentenced to the day she was born.
She keeps her head lowered - afraid a stranger might appreciate this beautiful mistake.
The little children who are forever playing in P.S. 171
Chuckle at the awkward way this lady dresses - but it’s not her fault she can’t afford any better.
Her legs are still scarred from when she was a child, and her daddy who was always never there,
Negligently let her ride her bike in Astoria Park.
No one was there to catch her as she fell down..and now she still hasn’t gotten up.
Crowds of runners ran swiftly pass her,
But there were no Good Samaritans to stretch out their hand for this depreciated girl.
They did nothing, and that’s what this little girl became - NOTHING.
I picked up the shards of pointed glass and pieced them together.
I saw the same little girl in the scratched mirror.
But just as the smile beings to curl upon my face, this little girl fades into a dark void of my past,
Because it is in this treacherous deception of optimism which allows me to prevail.
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Written November 7th, 2002
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Do Not Touch It!
Damn that is a deep deep poem..so sad..I felt this poem..it came out and jumped into my world..I can totally understand how this could happen..I mean..if someone is neglected for so many years..obviously they are going to become something like that..but yeah..if I was there..I don't think I would let that happen..because that's just really sad..Thanx for sharinG! Keep up the great work!
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It has taken a lot of pain to have the strength that I have now. I guess it is true that we all grow through our pain and struggles. This was a very heart wrenching poem. You put so much feeling and emotion in it. It was very good. I really enjoyed it ((if that's okay)). Thanx..........................................Jessica.
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don't touch it!
amazing, love it, *Breathless* This poem of self-awareness is something all of us search but few find, i'm glad you were a lucky one
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don't touch it!
This was very well done, I have been reading your poetry... read about 4 other poems and I wasn't sure what to make of it until I read this poem, I have decided that I do like your poetic style and the metaphors you use. In a few poems and reading your authors page I feel as though I have gotten to know you a bit. I thought that perhaps you would like someone to talk to, the story of your and you dad made me think this. Well anyway, I guess this all makes me a Good Samaritian? You can decide if you chose to IM me. I can be contacted on MSN, Yahoo, and AOL... my screen names are on my authors page. IM me sometime. I'm not brilliant though and may bore you with mindless drivel. lol :p -
don't touch it!
Heavy and sad feel. Very well written, great visuals.
Keep the head up and stay strong
Thank you for sharing this.
Rodney
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