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[aid] => mick
[title] => This school year
[time] => 2005-08-02 17:26:28
[hometext] => This was written by a friend and I want to share it with you all because it is so close to me.
[bodytext] => Ginger's pregnat Got her G-E-D though Gonna be a momma she couldn't even say it aloud just a smile a shrug a point What ginger? what? I'm You know I'm pregnant miss Oh,girl I say shaking my head I put my arms around her and want to grab a fist full of her hair I want to pull it shake her by it Yank her out of this rocking chair, warm bundle daydream Seventy dollar diaper weeks Rashes and worry I want to pull her out of a future that's crmbling around us and into the presant where anything is still possible Anything Everything Instead I pull her into a hug Shake my head and try Nothing. Janice's brother was shot in the hear She was shopping with her mother Her brother was at home Talk says gangs got him Don't matter Dead is dead...and Janice? She walked into blood and brains His death? Her Just home from grocery shopping greetings Her mother's screams Her blood covered brother she said His brain was on the walls, Miss She says, Miss We had to move And I am speachless At her dry eyed report just two weeks before Christmas Speechless. And what of Sara? Six senior days left Sara, almost 18, Sara Tortured by her muse Sara is a cutter Not a fast ship kind of cutter Or a small sleigh kind of cutter Or a butcher meat Kind of cutter She's not a tailor but She could be Cutting her skin into new shapes Scars to streach tight over her young limbs She had a box of razor blades in her purse And another one in her car And she had cuts Cuts Cuts Up and down Up her arms Cuts She made it to the bathroom In between classes And suicidal delusions She sneaked off and nipped Herself in the bud What of Sara? Didn't you hear? She was committed Today. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Jen54 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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