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[sid] => 23242
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => My Complaints
[time] => 2003-09-15 08:05:00
[hometext] => It was around 8PM, i was on the terrace of my office, smoking.. looking down i saw a group of stree kids hustling from one person to another, asking for something to eat..I just cudnt help but write this out.
[bodytext] => ----------------------------------------------------------- MY COMPLAINTS ----------------------------------------------------------- Sitting there at the wheel, driving aimlessly to a road that leads to a place that is so real, Thinking of drowning my sorrows o'er a drink and a smoke.. my eye catches the attention of a small hand reaching to my windshield standing there out in the smoke. I've been complaining, I've been complaining!!! Tiny hands that were supposed to hold a candy or a soft toy, holding a dirty linen, cleaning the screen, with eyes so bright stretching forward its small tender palm, with a twinkle in her eye, expecting a nickel but gets nothing. and all the while I've been complaining, I've been complaining!!! The light shows green, I switch the gears and my wheels scream, longing to be lost in the warmth of the smoke filled inn. Talking to myself in self pity, complaining about my life so sick, feeling lost in this city, I fail to see the bigger picture.. the bigger picture of the life of that poor lil girl. Leading a life that so pathetic, my mind goes back to that face so magnetic. I felt I wasn’t loved, I felt I was a nobody, until i saw this somebody, who was truly never loved. Born to parents, whom she never knew, here I am arguing with the people whom I hated, the same people who seen me grow thru. I wear a Nike, a Lee and a swatch, all the while complaining, I was never so fortunate. Failing all the while to see the ones really unfortunate. I've been complaining, I've been complaining. I cry and whimper, always complaining I am nothing just a blamer Just a blamer!! No one loves, me, No one cares for me, I feel so low, That’s what I told myself, all so slow. I stay out late, trying to escape, whispering to myself I am alone. Hypocrite I am, I have my folks, I have my friends, to say how loved I am. It hurts HIM so much for me to talk so much. Life is a beauty, and it is my duty, to be so happy, and live like a baby!! [comments] => 7 [counter] => 308 [topic] => 50 [informant] => The_Poet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ApologyPoetry )
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