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| Denver's Stream | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 26 2006, 02:28 AM (141 Views) | |
| theBluestPurple | Feb 26 2006, 02:28 AM Post #1 |
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(ever decided randomly to delve back into what you've written way in the past? well i was doing that tonight, was looking for something else, saw my old poetry ntbk, dusted it off. and i came across this poem i wrote after reading Beloved, i think for class in 10th grade. it's not dated, even tho i tried to do that as often as possible. but anyway, i just really love it. had totally forgotten i wrote it. if you've read the book, it should be pretty clearcut. if not, hopefully you can still take something away from it.) Denver's Stream. i waited for her. i knew she would be back. too much left to do too much left to handle. at the fair that night i knew my sister was on her way back after he threw out her ghost the ghost that was my best friend when no one else was in the non hearing time i knew she'd come back for protection for acknowledgement for love mama was the only thing important to her i was just her post to the dangling earring often taken for granted but offering the most support even after all mama did to her took away her face and hair and sweet neck with a rusted handsaw performed the spiritual bloodmilk ritual on me even after leaving her by the riverside mama was the only thing but my sister is not dumb she has sense after being in that dark place for all those years she started off with forgiveness staring hopelessly devoted into mama's heart and soul then threw in a slew of questions show me tell me remember it to me spiced it up with a pinch of innocence paul d made her nervous and she would cry and throw up and choke and finished it off with guilt 'mama you flat out killed me when i was that crawling already baby and i'm gonna make you pay for it' wide glowing stomach tacky gypsy outifts and all she tormented my ma'am from every standpoint until she lay weathered by the sea trapped in sand no way to get out an exoskeleton of the sethe species a specimen plagued by a grueling life walking aimlessly about her earth called 124 bluestone with a black cat paw dangling above her head like a halo never to escape now i reflect on my sister's (dis)appearance did i protect her or my ma'am was i right in whoever i protected because i knew my sister had a plan a purpose and i waited all my life for the details i waited for her i knew she'd be back. |
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8:52 PM Nov 27
