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Array ( [sid] => 111606 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Forgotten White Trash [time] => 2005-12-16 17:42:08 [hometext] => This poem is a true story inspired by a girl i know. please read and comment [bodytext] => There lives a girl at the bottom of the hill
by the railroad tracks
Who's family gets food from the pantry
in old paper sacks

Her daddy spends most of his time workin'
on old junk cars
Any other time he can be found gambling
in those redneck bars

Her momma sells "antiques" from a stand
in the corner of the yard
The rest of their money comes in the form of
a welfare card

I wouldn't be the one to call her sister a whore
but she has three kids of her own
And at the age of eighteen she
she's only half grown

Brothers' been to jail going on
thirteen times
guess he never learned his lesson
about commiting crimes

They all get drunk and the men stay
mean
When they get to fighting it's like nothing
you've ever seen

The dogs stay chained up outside
to an old oak tree
Never really knowing what it means
to be free

She'll be leaving home some day to
follow her dream
And she'll make it real big if it's easier
than they make it seem

But for now she's low on hope and
low on cash
Her one and only prayer is that the Lord hasn't forgotten
about poor white trash [comments] => 4 [counter] => 484 [topic] => 65 [informant] => outlaw_mutiny [notes] => Edited for Spelling as Requested by Moderator_15 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )

Forgotten White Trash

Contributed by outlaw_mutiny on Friday, 16th December 2005 @ 05:42:08 PM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff

There lives a girl at the bottom of the hill
by the railroad tracks
Who's family gets food from the pantry
in old paper sacks

Her daddy spends most of his time workin'
on old junk cars
Any other time he can be found gambling
in those redneck bars

Her momma sells "antiques" from a stand
in the corner of the yard
The rest of their money comes in the form of
a welfare card

I wouldn't be the one to call her sister a whore
but she has three kids of her own
And at the age of eighteen she
she's only half grown

Brothers' been to jail going on
thirteen times
guess he never learned his lesson
about commiting crimes

They all get drunk and the men stay
mean
When they get to fighting it's like nothing
you've ever seen

The dogs stay chained up outside
to an old oak tree
Never really knowing what it means
to be free

She'll be leaving home some day to
follow her dream
And she'll make it real big if it's easier
than they make it seem

But for now she's low on hope and
low on cash
Her one and only prayer is that the Lord hasn't forgotten
about poor white trash

Copyright © outlaw_mutiny ... [ 2005-12-16 17:42:08]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Forgotten White Trash (User Rating: 1 )
by Shmokin on Friday, 16th December 2005 @ 06:49:53 PM AEST
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painted a very clear picture, nice observational poetry, thanx for sharing :-)

Re: Forgotten White Trash (User Rating: 1 )
by sararose1950 on Friday, 16th December 2005 @ 07:19:34 PM AEST
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nicely wiritten- hope she makes it out of htere.
Peace and Light

Re: Forgotten White Trash (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 16th December 2005 @ 11:17:42 PM AEST
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Very sad indeed. If it's that bad someone should get the minors out of there. Obviously this has touched u in a big way. Try to get some help for the minors. it may soucd harsh but the under age children haven't been given a choice.
Awesome write even tho it's sad. it comes at a good time that you write this 'cause at least the fortunate will be rmimded the real reason for Christmas.
Bless u for writing this.
luv, huggs, prayer,
emy

Re: Forgotten White Trash (User Rating: 1 )
by glassicallyunsuperficial on Saturday, 17th December 2005 @ 02:48:07 AM AEST
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great piece...
wishing her all the best.
cheers,
-glass

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