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[aid] => mick
[title] => Dumpster Child
[time] => 2004-05-29 13:23:56
[hometext] => ~just something i threw together in the spur of the moment~
[bodytext] => Dumpster Child when i was 3, just a little baby i guess my momma didnt want me into the trash can away she ran i guess i didnt fit into her plans so here i lay thinking of the day my momma threw me away i was raised in a dumpster on the south Jersey side just laying there waiting,but nobody came not so much as a kiss on the head or even a goodbye laying there i was screaming,screaming her name so i walk these hollow streets all alone forced to be raised by alley bums and hookers from foster home to shelter,from shelter to foster home i got a part time job as the local city butcher staring into a puddle wondering what did she see what she saw wrong, what was it about me then a small splash in the puddle as a tear falls from my eye curled up behind the same dumpster i was discarded alone i sit and cry nearly twenty years have passed since i discovered i was a mistake with the polices help i find my mothers address,shes so hard to track down maybe she'll remember me if not my poor heart will break hmmm it seems she still lives in this cursed retched town will she recognize me with my long dark hair? maybe she'll recognize me when she sees my eyes so much excitement all too much to bare standing on the rainy streets trying to catch a ride i see her house, is this where i woulda lived? or did she move she opens the door and im standing there not knowing what to do shes just the way i imagined her to be, what all my dreams were about she asks if she can help me and before i can open my mouth a 5 year old girl grabs her leg and says "mommy,mommy whos the strange man?" all i can say is "oh ..its..its nothings sorry to bother you ma'am" and just like that i walk away,back to the alley ways i didnt wanna mess up her life and remind her of that day she has a new life now i see, one that doesnt involve me all i have now is the city streets where im left to grieve standing in the rain, thinking about the pain thinking about the day momma threw me away with no family to know colder than this icy snow sitting here...im all alone [comments] => 5 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Vermillion [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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