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Up the Stairs

"how are you" she smiles at her reflection
pale skin, blond hair, an idol of perfection.
She walks down her stairs into the kitchen in her blue uniform.
Mommy and daddy are fighting, Mommy's sick of looks of scorn.
So mommy gives the finger after daddy smacks her face.
He whispers that he loves her but he's just a disgrace.
Tracey walks in, the angel in the room.
Mother fakes a smile to hide her recent gloom.
Breakfast is served with an "I love you"
She walks out with toast and an "I love you too"
walking down Maple street with her back pack
Get an education and never come back.
Down the street she walks viewing her reflection in puddle from rain.
Down the street she walks, an idol of pain.
With a snap of her fingers, she's on first street
a smile on her face, always staying upbeat.
Walk into the open doors of the high school
the lovely tenth grader who's pretty and cool.
Into first period, the best or worst class
she wants to go to the bathroom, remember to take the pass.
Alone she walks, to the bathroom down the hall.
Go into the bathroom, find an open stall.
Take out the razor you hide in your shoe
roll down your sleeve, find an old cut- make it new.
Walk back into class, saying sorry she was long.
She puts a smile on her face though everything is wrong.
OOP- Last period, wait for the bell
Ring time to go, walk forward back to hell.
OOP- there goes Bobby, the perfect boyfriend.
Straight to that girl, what's her name? Barbara Mend.
Walk out the school, be careful, don't cry.
keep your eyes forward as you walk by.
Now keep walking forward- tragedy on the street.
Girl whose voice makes a man sit up in his seat
finally home- parents are fighting about the rent.
Daddy yells at Mommy bout all the money spent.
Up the stairs runs Jason, the cute baby brother
Whose Daddy denied him and said Carey isn't his mother.
Tracey walks up those stairs and into her Heaven.
Next to Jason's room- the bastard who is seven.
She picks up scissors- cuts the perfect blond hairs
Picks up her daddy's gun and stands on top of the stairs
Pull the trigger and fall down from the top
take a sec and listen- she made time stop.

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This is a poem/story. I'm doing the son's, mother's, and dad's perspective, too.

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Comments

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  • whispernthedark Greeters member
    March 6, 2008
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    Good write. Thank you for entering the contest, good luck.


    whisper


  • CrystalJet
    February 28, 2007

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    Wow, that is really good. I especially like the last two lines. I also like how you made it rhyme it really added to the poem. Thank you for your wonderful entry and good luck in my contest.


  • fish-bubbles
    February 26, 2007
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    omg this is grate

  • punk of prose
    February 22, 2007
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    Really cool


  • MarimbaMiss
    February 22, 2007

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    i like this alot....its pretty cool and i like the whole prespectife thingie....its really really good....i really enjoyed it thatnk you for the read.

    ~~~in love in death~~~~~


  • Shantalina
    February 22, 2007
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    AMAZED

    This is amazing...terribly sad. Thanks for entering.

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