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    dots Submission Name: From age 12-18, i salute youdots
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    Author: lolavie
    ASL Info:    23/female/Michigan
    Elite Ratio:    3.26 - 70/175/103
    Words: 355
    Class/Type: Poetry/Angry
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       i know there are many who went thru much growin up
    know that there are people out in this world who know EXACTLY what ur goin thru
    my parents split when i was 12..my ma took her anger out on her nine children..twas a shame i was one of them....
    Words of advice to those young ones livin the horror

    be the cheetah............not the alley cat
    -lolavie


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    dotsFrom age 12-18, i salute youdots
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    Feeding off of your spiteful revenge
    by force, not choice
    i grew up not knowing the basics
    needed for survival

    So into your other,
    you bounce the ball of hatred to us
    demanding that we catch

    Tears fall as you scorn us
    and make us smile
    when company's over

    Slavery ended long ago
    but now you chain my soul, my heart
    my morals and traditions

    The only right you give us is to breath
    Cautious am I
    the right could be demolished at any time given
    and i die under Gods eyes

    Mama, i wasnt the one
    who hit you and stole from you
    I am your child for God sakes!

    your grown up bundle of joy
    It seems I am not even worth
    a bundle of twigs to you

    Instead of wiping my tears
    you slapped them away
    Instead of wiping my nose
    you broke it

    Have you not seen
    your reflection lately?
    Here's a mirror

    You call yourself a mother
    and think dad is a father?!
    I just knew kids did the growing up
    you only proved me very wrong

    You know what youre
    teaching me to do?
    To take my anger
    out on other people

    Drink my problems
    into debt
    Argue my way into
    unsatisfactory satisfaction

    Thank God Im no longer
    a student at your school
    Im now at the age where i can teach myself

    And to you dad,
    who left your nine kids to live
    each one of an alley cats lives

    Long in quantity
    Short in quality

    I for one am now
    the brave independant cheetah
    I eat things like you for dinner

    Mama made living a restriction
    when you left
    You were her storm
    and lighting struck me twice at once
    For being born
    For being hers

    The day came for bail, remember?
    You both demanded
    the money

    Now i walk upon
    the burning bridge
    through the crackling flames
    hear my words

    I salute you
    Signing off
    your daughter
    one of nine




    Submitted on 2004-05-27 14:34:24     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      wow its great how your feelings into words hear not all angry and out of control but into a controlled passion like you have control of your life which seems to be what your expressing now which is great the poem is really nicely done the only thing i would suggest is to m/b shorten up or change the words in "the right could be demolished at any time given" cause the way it reads doesnt seem to flow w/ the rest of it other wise keep it up personally and emotionaly
    | Posted on 2004-05-27 00:00:00 | by casey | [ Reply to This ]
      I have two pieces here about my mother; Diatribe and My Mother's Funeral. If you read them you'll see that I know exactly where you're coming from.

    I'm proud to meet another cheetah. You handled this really well, I think if you added some of the stanzas together it would work better, as in three or four long ones instead of the lots of little ones.
    Respect!
    Lea
    | Posted on 2004-05-27 00:00:00 | by Learah | [ Reply to This ]
      I have two pieces here about my mother; Diatribe and My Mother's Funeral. If you read them you'll see that I know exactly where you're coming from.

    I'm proud to meet another cheetah. You jandled this really well, I think if you added some of the stanzas together it would work better, as in three or four long ones instead of the lots of little ones.
    Respect!
    Lea
    | Posted on 2004-05-27 00:00:00 | by Learah | [ Reply to This ]
      this is so sad and unnecessary. i don't understand how someone can abuse an innocent child like this. i work with children, and to imagine what you write about just devestates me. i was one of the lucky ones, growing up in a loving family. would that they could all be that way. this is a sad and poignant testament to child abuse that should never be.
    | Posted on 2004-05-27 00:00:00 | by magnicat | [ Reply to This ]


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