Dirt Poor

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I should have died so many times
but I survived to tell you
my story. Such strange winds
surround me, whip at my skin,
chill my stomach with memories
to make flesh shiver, cause muscles
to uncontrollably spasm.

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To be born poor in a rich country
makes for very sore feet. Morning
until night the table is meager, not

enough is the family motto. The middle

years watch wealth flow away

unsaved by callused hands.

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Ignorance grows uncontrolled like

weeds in rear lot gardens. Now

the eyes are tired too, the mind

tends to wander back to healthier

times already knowing the future. It

is a mysteriously better life than

most who are born poor, who stand

as witnesses to the civilized world.

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I sit beside raging fires now
and let heat warm a face that
has known the coldest cold.  This

is a good life successfully survived,

recounted now as a tale for children

to hear and adults to ponder.

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allets 
09-27-12

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I hear you. I totally

I hear you. I totally understand! Beautiful and haunting write! Hugs


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A HAUNTING

Equally, there are the good times to be dredged up too. My brother and I dredged up a few yesterday, laughing in the cemetary over people we once knew. Funerals are always paid for here and if we are judged by the way we treat our dead, we are civilized indeed. We found the gravestone of Cassie Jones, who used to live across the street from us when I was aobut five or six. It is a quest, grave and delightful - be well my friend - Lady A



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Satin Sheets..

Your poem brought back a memory of my own; when Eldridge Cleaver came back from exile after giving into christianity, and making peace with America, he made a very truthful statement, " Living in America is like living between satin sheets, even for the most poor, compared to the majority of the people in the world." Your poem and his statement gives us lots to think about Lady A. Glad you were able to dig out, many, many don't.. ~~redzone

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Satin Dolls

After the housing crash and the dirivatives scandle, mid america got a taste of something rotten about the world and the US, the lady who talked about being forced to get food stamps - my sister and I laughed and said she should learn how to plant a veg garden and can food at home. I remember Cleaver's conversion and return home. I remember thinking, it was pretty cold out there without the big coat. Too many americans do not believe in that kind of poverty, deprivation, starvation, lack of health care...head in the sand still. Thx for the read and comment - Lady A.



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Interesting

Interesting introspection.
Your fragile pieces slice fine wounds m'lady
Beautiful extension.


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.

 

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Slice and Dice

I sent pieces of the autobiog to three relatives today. The roof is about to be on fire. The poem was a summation, an anchor, a place to come back to when lost - TTYL - Lady A



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It's amazing to me how old

It's amazing to me how old emotions remain so strong after years of forgetting.


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Memory Alert

At least I know that I don't have too much memory loss. Details come back at the oddest times. It is really interesting to write down the past. I've lived in the persent/future for so long. Thanks for commenting on this writing, this penning. - Be well, Lady A



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