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[aid] => mick
[title] => Lies My Mother Told Me
[time] => 2011-01-06 15:46:51
[hometext] => A poem demonstrating the lies mother's will tell to try and make their children happy.
[bodytext] => When the children would tease me, Sneers of discontent distorting their faces, I would run home to my mother and cry, "Mommy, what's wrong with me?" "Nothing," my mother would coax. "The rest of the world is wrong with their jokes." When I hid on the sidelines, Too afraid to play with the other boys and girls, I would run home to my mother and cry, "Mommy, what's wrong with me?" "Nothing," my mother would promise. "The rest of the world is wrong in their hardness." When no one understood my quips, Always humming on a different frequency, I would run home to my mother and cry, "Mommy, what's wrong with me?" "Nothing," my mother would murmur. "The rest of the world is wrong against your humor." When my eyes strayed to the other girls, Never quite grasping that masculine appeal most swooned at, I would run home to my mother and cry, "Mommy, what's wrong with me?" "Nothing," my mother would coo. "The rest of the world is wrong to you." When the rest of the world was wrong all the time, Virtually never finding solace on the sturdy ground my mother swore I held, I ran home to my mother and cried, "Mommy, why aren't I wrong, too?" She had no answer that time. She had no answer ever again. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 269 [topic] => 61 [informant] => Song_of_Sarah [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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