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    dots Submission Name: The Capedots
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    Author: Lisa Milligan
    ASL Info:    48/F/VA
    Elite Ratio:    3.71 - 38/47/21
    Words: 244
    Class/Type: Poetry/Love
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    dotsThe Capedots
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    Child un-nurtured
    Innocent confusion
    Hurt by idolized parents
    Maybe an accident
    A mistake
    That started a family

    But to him, I'm a hero

    Hurt and angry adolescent
    Surviving on the streets
    Same old story
    Fell in with the wrong crowd
    Too many drugs
    Too many trysts
    A bed for two but
    A playground for many

    But to him, I'm a hero

    Self lost
    Respect lost
    innocence, pride, direction
    lost
    Worthless
    Used
    Ashamed

    But to him, I'm a hero

    California
    Far from home
    On my own
    Night clubs, bars
    Naked bodies
    Sand and stars
    Names forgotten
    Or never known

    But to him, I'm a hero

    Stupid choices
    Fatherless son
    Moved back to their torturous home
    As long as my boy gets what he needs
    They can do what they want to me
    Robbed me of my soul

    But to him, I'm a hero

    Left that place
    But old ways returned
    To get through the struggle
    Faced the music
    Weak in bed, barely breathing
    He says I'm strong
    While I want to die

    But to him, I'm a hero

    Nightmare passes
    Life goes on
    Laughter rings through my house
    A man now, tall and strong
    sees I survived it all
    Pride like tiny sprouts through soil
    so fragile

    But to him, I'm a hero




    Submitted on 2006-09-08 15:00:37     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      ive been here it hurts and to know you forever have my respect... this poem shows the power of unconditional love it makes me long for that no on loves in this this way but i have loved some one like this and it so [censored]ed raw standard i love it its touches deep it makes me rember times i wish to forget but this is good becasue they are practicaly the same you have skill keep using it

    Rak :D
    | Posted on 2006-09-21 00:00:00 | by dark figure | [ Reply to This ]
      Wow, this was very direct and well worded. I liked the fact that this boy turned young man thought highly of you when others or even you did not see yourself as worth it, if indeed this is a personal poem. If not, I'm sorry for assuming it was about you. It is like the person has come full circle with the knowledge, that this young man thinks the world of him or her, despite the tore up homelife. This was full of emotions and it made me think of my younger sister and her child, she left him when she was young for the street life, yet he loved her though it all, and now that she is clean and doing better, she does not take his love for granted any longer. Outstanding depht of the human character. I look forward to reading more of your work.

    Catrina
    | Posted on 2006-09-09 00:00:00 | by Magnolia Steele | [ Reply to This ]
      When I read this I got chiils. I think at one point I even started to tear up a little and that rarely happens. Very, very good write!

    =Ayane=
    | Posted on 2006-09-08 00:00:00 | by Ayane | [ Reply to This ]
      Absolutely Beautiful Lisa
    This write actually brought a tear to my Eye
    My Mother is and always will be my best Friend in the whole world
    Never and I do mean never will I Love another as much as I Love my Mother
    She raised three kids on her own one of them being my little sister who sadly is mentally retarded but we all turned out beautiful and It is all Thanks to her big Beautiful Heart
    Your Son sounds like a perfect young man who is helping you when you are down which is what every good true son would do for his Mother
    I am shortly moving back to my Mom to help her with Life for she is now in a wheelchair and needs my Help
    She is 3000 miles away but still we talk every day on the phone
    I will be Praying for you and your son
    Hang in there
    I promise you there is a light at the end of the tunnel
    God Bless
    Ron
    | Posted on 2006-09-08 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ]
      This is just beautiful.

    People may find it hard to call it witty or anything remotely near larger-than-life, but this has the essence of Poetry at its best.

    To me, the emotional foundation of this piece came from the quiet things that were only hinted upon. In some cases, it felt as though the writer, or the persona created by the writer, was trying to convince herself that she is a good person.

    This reminds me of that song, Playboy Mommy. I'm not sure if you've heard of it.

    In my platforms
    I hit the floor
    Fell face down
    Didn't help my brain out
    Then the baby came
    Before I found
    The magic how
    To keep her happy
    I never was the fantasy
    Of what you want
    Wanted me to be

    Don't judge me so harsh little girl
    So you got a Playboy mommy
    But when you tell 'em my name
    And you want to cross that bridge
    All on your own
    Little girl they'll do you no harm
    Cause they know
    Your Playboy mommy
    But when you tell 'em my name
    From here to Birmingham
    I got a few friends

    I never was there when it counts
    I get my way
    You're so like me
    You seemed ashamed
    Ashamed that I was
    A good friend of American soldiers
    I'll say it loud here by your grave
    Those angels can't
    Ever take my place

    Don't judge me so harsh little girl
    So you got a Playboy mommy
    But when you tell 'em my name
    And you want to cross that bridge
    All on your own
    Little girl they'll do you no harm
    Cause they know
    Your Playboy mommy
    But when you tell 'em my name
    I got a few friends

    Somewhere where the orchids grow
    I can't find those church bells
    That played when you died
    Played Gloria
    Talkin 'bout Hosanah

    Don't judge me so harsh little girl
    So you got a Playboy mommy
    Come home
    But when you tell those soldiers my name
    And cross that bridge
    All on your own
    Little girl they'll do you no harm
    Cause they know
    Your Playboy mommy
    But I'll be home
    I'll be home
    To take you in my arms


    Really, it was a beautiful piece. Not ultimately heart-wrenching but it has that same simplicity that just makes "I love you" so plain yet powerful.

    Well done.
    | Posted on 2006-09-08 00:00:00 | by ANGELO | [ Reply to This ]


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