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    dots Submission Name: Homeless Girldots

    Author: cuddledumplin
    ASL Info:    36/ f/UK
    Elite Ratio:    4.08 - 6269/5927/526
    Words: 57
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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       This poem is about two women I saw in England. I made them into one person. The homeless heroin addict didn't have acne, but the other woman had it horribly.

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    dotsHomeless Girldots

    She clearly lived a life of pain,
    a pain of a life,
    face scarred by acne,
    arms pocked by needles
    begging for change,
    and though you want to help,
    you don't want to feed the addiction,
    so you keep walking
    with a pang in your heart
    but no tear in your eyes.

    Submitted on 2004-08-23 09:59:10     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      wow, the heroin, meth all those drugs that wreck the skin....this is so ironic...it is the person who walks by, doesn't stop to help who looks like the person on crack...

    the other looks fine...

    show too how people can be deceiving...how some people seem to be obvious druggies but are clean, and those who delve into drugs or alchohol can seem to cover it up so well...

    you write poems about everyday life and experience...and make us relive those characters and their moments.

    | Posted on 2011-09-09 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
      that's really sad, because around where I live at that is true, you have crack babies and crack teens...probably an addiction from their childhood, born with it...but its so easy to get addicted to, but you want to help the girl give her a shelter of some kind...give her a hope that has since been lost in her eyes...give her something that will keep her alive...but all she wants is your change so she can go back to the drug that makes her actually feel loved
    | Posted on 2004-08-23 00:00:00 | by Brwnsknsam05 | [ Reply to This ]
      yea this stuff is true. even the youngest of people are addiced to heroin and weed and that other stuff...its sad. some people want to quit those habits but they cant cause its so addicting...but if you convince people that they can quit, they actually have a better chance of doing so because they know they have support.
    | Posted on 2004-08-23 00:00:00 | by Day DreaMeR | [ Reply to This ]
      I didn't like the secound line so much, but the more I read it and the more I think about it the more I like it. you've captured that situation very well. it's so sad to see those people. anyway good poem.
    | Posted on 2004-08-23 00:00:00 | by eve1684 | [ Reply to This ]
      i know all about the realities concerning the subject matter of your poem.it's a shock and it is happening all around the world,the result of a failed criminal justice system and a failed social services system.i know how bad it really is because i have a brother who is dying from cocaine addiction and a sister who also uses cocaine.it is an eprdemic that will send billions to their graves without any shedding of tears except tears of relief when it is finally over.
    | Posted on 2004-08-23 00:00:00 | by sickly | [ Reply to This ]
      You also don't want to help because it makes their reality more of a part of yours. The reward isn't worth it. Horribly scarred faces have got to be one of the toughest things in the world to live with. Even those who don't mind being average or a little less would hate to be horribly disfigured. The alienation, the self-revulsion. It's a wicked life to live in a world so full of mirrors and beautiful people.

    Now, your drug addict is tricky. We feel compelled to feel sorry, but only so sorry, because we also feel as if the person has somehow done something to deserve this, and because she is only one of many such people on the street, whom by practicality we have become anesthetized. Your poem is poignant, but I can't say that it's beautiful.
    | Posted on 2004-08-23 00:00:00 | by Black Rock Tractor | [ Reply to This ]
      i liked the double meaning in "change." this reminded me of when i lived in Berkeley. so many homeless people... most people would just walk by, averting their eyes. i would try to look them in the eye and at least acknowledge their presence, but that wasn't always an easy thing to do. "there but for the grace of God go i..." this is very poignant and speaks volumes about the state of our society. well done, Amy.
    | Posted on 2004-08-23 00:00:00 | by magnicat | [ Reply to This ]
      The universal dilemma - "To help or not to help?" Because you're pretty sure that if you help they'll end up spending on drugs / alcohol. Then comes the next question, "To judge or not to judge?". Should you be the one to judge at all? Finally the third, "To forget or notů" Homeless who?

    I think you described it wonderfully - "But no tear in your eyes" because by the time you've walked a couple of steps, your mind is already on other things.
    | Posted on 2004-08-24 00:00:00 | by Judy | [ Reply to This ]
      I loved this poem. I feel the exact way, all of the time, it's hard to pass a person by, but I often feel that it would be inappropriate to stop and question them, or start talking. Some ppl just aren't comfortable with that. BTW, that's for the heads up on the spelling errors. I'm dyslexsic, so I mess those up sometimes (ok all the time.) :)
    | Posted on 2004-08-26 00:00:00 | by Jonathan Lennox | [ Reply to This ]
      i know this isn't feedback, but oh well.. you got this one pretty much down... this is really sad... i spent the last four years homeless... all over the country... and for a time i did snort heroin...and i did beg for change... and so many people pass you by.. so many people yell at you and look down on you... people are going to feed thier addictions one way or another.. at least the ones asking for money aren't mugging you.. yet... and they do buy food...after they buy drugs... sorry for using this as a venting space.. i just had to say something.
    | Posted on 2004-10-24 00:00:00 | by besodemuerte | [ Reply to This ]
      Your words were chosen so well that multiple meanings could be found. Begging for change...change as in pocket coins and change as in a change in her existence.

    And, it is sadly true that people want to help and yet they don't want to help them afford their next fix. We walk away with a dry eye because we know that they brought this on themselves.

    What a sad commentary on the state of the social ills that plague not just the U.S but other countries as well.

    As far back as history goes, there have always been these people that live on the fringe of society. I think it will always be this way.
    | Posted on 2004-08-23 00:00:00 | by angela~ | [ Reply to This ]

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