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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Child on the Roadway
[time] => 2003-02-08 21:00:00
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[bodytext] => Where are they, those solitude heartbreaks,
lurking somewhere within the sonnet, those wounds, upon which my soul anchors, revealing but unable to except, those parts of yesteryear, it hurts to much, thy childhood lies lost, in an infinity cloud, hoping for the pain to ease, there was no warning, just leave, throw out on the road as trash, at the young age of sixteen, survive, had I not these words, I could not be, I did survive, I was asked to dance at the topless bar, refused that offer, my values, meant more, so they feed me instead, you hated them, yet you throw me to the streets, and they cared enough, to know I was starving, I weighed only ninty-eight pounds when they did, did you care at all, did you think of me, even search, ever wonder, I was to weak to even stand, so hungry, did I cry, ...... No ......, couldn't ..... to busy trying to survive, what had I done, I often wondered, at sixteen, always listened to you, but I guess I should of know, I witnessed it before, my older siblings, being thrown out like trash, wondered once what they did, didn't have to, I was my turn now, that gazed infinity cloud of childhood, ...... I still try to understand, why I was raped ....of my innocent years, thrown to the road, at night, alone in the dark, I sleep behind old vacant buildings, thats where I found, life's music, others cared, did you, they are still part of my life, when I had so much to give the world, do I love you, I try, I could, maybe I do, not sure though, because its hard to understand, as gazed yesteryears, once alone, left for trash, on the cold dark road, now I hold others, who were beaten the same, raped of their innocent years, they and I concur love, in a new fashoin, it blossoms, endlessly, I am today, living, not because of you, because I had power, the infinity cloud, where the sonnet is, and life began! [comments] => 6 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Valerie_Pearson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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