Seventeen dollars and two cents
Can buy you a couple of pops
Maybe a cheap bag of potato chips
Possible some essentials
Seventeen dollars and two cents is all I am
I'm three bottles of pop, a bag of cheap potato chips and essentials
With my bank account closed up
Like the legs of a Christian girl true to her faith
My heart is breaking into millions of tiny fragments
And I cannot seem to find the shards
Right now, I am only but a single cell on a serpents tongue
I am nothing and nothing hurts pretty bad
When because I am only worth cheap
Trashy things out thirty below sea level
Fish they nibble at my feet
Gnaw at my legs and
Claw down my arms
Until I am nothing less than shark bate
Because they realize that seventeen dollars and two cents
Cannot get them through anything
Cannot even buy you a hotel room.
Because right now, I am only worth
Seventeen dollars and two cents
Give or take a few dollars in my wallet.
I cannot even afraid a shirt
Let alone a God-damned drink
Seventeen dollars and two cents cannot get you buy on life
It cannot get you but for a week
17.02... And I just want you to tell me that is okay
Instead of my wanting to sprint to my bathroom
To take some Xanax.
When we all know it will never be alright.
No matter how mother tries to comfort me
Or daddy tried to understand why this happening.
Even those reassuring but happy as a button looks
From my sister she is not the one.
I am only worth seventeen dollars and two cents.
Author notes
I know this will not be so good. Someone has been stealing money from my account and I have seventeen dollars and two cents to live off of... The day has been a drag. :[ I am quite sorry if you do not enjoy. I was writing for the sake of writing.
What did you think
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I read your words and was transported back to some years ago. I was a single parent with three children to raise, and often seemed to be where you are at right now. My thoughts and prayers are with you in your trials.
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serpents --> should be serpent's
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Aw. I can relate.. my bank over-drafted me.. for 62 cents. And I now owe 70 dollars. Crazy huh? I really enjoyed the meaning in this. So sad. Thanks for sharing and well done.
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believe it or not, I enjoyed this a lot. I interpreted it a bit different than I think I was meant to, but I really did like it (:
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Oh, you poor thing. I can relate - my bank is currently charging me a lot in fees, and withdrawing more than I myself am. It's terribly frustrating.
With my bank account closed up
Like the legs of a Christian girl true to her faith
~ I like those lines.
Can buy you a a couple of pops
~ double "a" in this, you might want to delete one.
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I like this :)
It's not about poetry being good or bad , just write from your heart .
God bless
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Welcome to AllPoetry!!!
This is such a very sad poem, but I know how you feel, because I only have four dollars in my wallet...makes one's self worth feel like nothing...you wrote your emotions well in this!
Welcome to AllPoetry! I hope you enjoy yourself with reading and writing on here!
Blessed Be,
Jeremy
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Thank you, I really like when what I say can relate to someone else's life. :]
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Welcome to AllPoetry
First, you need to edit you author notes and take out that part about not being so good. Let others decide whether they like it or not. It is usually just a matter of oppinion anyway 
I found it to be a deeply intense poem that can be read from multiple perspectives. While I doubt I would have ever made the connection between the actual specifics of money being stolen from a bank account, I still made very vivid connections.
The only possible typo that I noticed was that maybe you meant Xanax instead of Xanxa. Unless of course there is a drug name I don't recognize
Still I think it is a great poem and I enjoyed the read.
Keep writing
Violet
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Thanks!
You are right, I did spell xanax wrong, however my computer spell checks itself and it fixes things without my knowing about sometimes. Thank you for you kind words and great thoughts
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