Several years ago,
I saw a young girl,
no more than 15,
sitting in the pouring rain
next to a dirty, overfilled metal trashcan,
wearing a green John Lennon shirt and dirty Converses,
releasing her tears into her hands
trying to catch each one for some sort of comfort,
yet they kept falling out like the fast food bags
and empty coke cans in the barrel next to her.
"Are you alright?"
Lifting her face out of her palms,
she looked up at me, sniffling and shaking,
wiped away the tears from her flushed red cheeks,
stuck her hand out and raised her middle finger
straight in front of my face, waving it
back and forth more prouder than when my Grandpa
takes out his American flag on Memorial Day.
I reached into my pocket,
pulled out a plastic ring my niece gave me
from the quarter toy bins from Wal-Mart that morning,
and slid it right onto her rebellion she was
whispering so loudly.
I walked away with the chorus of "Instant Karma"
stuck in my head, and still to this day
when I walk by that trashcan,
I wonder if she ever found an umbrella.
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I'm all wet. Can I come in?
Written May 10th, 2006
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"i'm all wet, can i come in"
hahahaha.
...that sounds like pornographonics..
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this is the greatest.
i'm sure you changed her life. -
hahahaha, i love it. the ending. great. good yob.
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I liked this. The idea of helping someone who obviously needs it but is too proud to take it is definately a good idea. But im just curious if there is any sort of symbolism in this
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