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May. 9th, 2003 06:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taratemimaOverheard:
"Ben Franklin was a Founding Father?"
[impatient] "Yes!"
"And he invented electricity?"
"He discovered it."
"So he was, like, an All-Star?"
I bought four new CDs and am trying to read Imajica
Oh and a poem I wrote about trees and my childhood:
I want to climb a tree
on some bright May day,
showered by petals
and people staring at me funny.
I want to stop looking out for
some distant outline
of a savior,
enjoy something from childhood
not tainted by lost.
Maybe I will play with dolls,
stare at shiny objects,
build Lego pyramids
and make Barbie dresses out of
tin foil.
Maybe I will sit under the tree,
like I used to when I was a kid
and 'ran away' from home.
I would sit when I was tired
of rules, of so many demands
that spun me confused,
of so little money
and not getting what I wanted.
Pick flowers like I used to
like my Dada told me
to pick all the dandelions
from his lawn and I didn't
care if he thought they were weeds.
Pick small yellow roses
when the neighborhood kids decided they hate me
and tease me until I run away and cry.
I still run away and cry.
I've been trying to forget
my childhood with messy rooms,
beer bottles on the table,
public housing and stray cats,
my confusion and anger,
frightened meltdowns in stores,
running away to the toy department,
car rides to after school,
condescension from Gifted and Talented classmates,
hate from regular school classmates,
and indifference from Special Needs classmates.
I had dreams:
I was going to write for a living
just like Stephen King,
whose books were always around the house,
and marry Boy George.
I was going to have a cool computer book
just like Penny from Inspector Gadget.
I was going to find someone who understood me.
Then again,
in my childhood,
I learned literature, astrology, scientific experimentation, psychology, Greek tragedy, fear, comparative religion, poetry, illustration, the care of cats, music theory, the procedures of AFDC, what to get with food stamps, keeping quiet and occupied in a battered woman's shelter and college classrooms, surviving days of beatings, how to calm yourself after nightmares, jump rope games, supersitions, how to argue, how to follow the plots of Saturday morning cartoons, begging, letter writing.
I still know how to feel and hope.
I still know how to climb trees.
"Ben Franklin was a Founding Father?"
[impatient] "Yes!"
"And he invented electricity?"
"He discovered it."
"So he was, like, an All-Star?"
I bought four new CDs and am trying to read Imajica
Oh and a poem I wrote about trees and my childhood:
I want to climb a tree
on some bright May day,
showered by petals
and people staring at me funny.
I want to stop looking out for
some distant outline
of a savior,
enjoy something from childhood
not tainted by lost.
Maybe I will play with dolls,
stare at shiny objects,
build Lego pyramids
and make Barbie dresses out of
tin foil.
Maybe I will sit under the tree,
like I used to when I was a kid
and 'ran away' from home.
I would sit when I was tired
of rules, of so many demands
that spun me confused,
of so little money
and not getting what I wanted.
Pick flowers like I used to
like my Dada told me
to pick all the dandelions
from his lawn and I didn't
care if he thought they were weeds.
Pick small yellow roses
when the neighborhood kids decided they hate me
and tease me until I run away and cry.
I still run away and cry.
I've been trying to forget
my childhood with messy rooms,
beer bottles on the table,
public housing and stray cats,
my confusion and anger,
frightened meltdowns in stores,
running away to the toy department,
car rides to after school,
condescension from Gifted and Talented classmates,
hate from regular school classmates,
and indifference from Special Needs classmates.
I had dreams:
I was going to write for a living
just like Stephen King,
whose books were always around the house,
and marry Boy George.
I was going to have a cool computer book
just like Penny from Inspector Gadget.
I was going to find someone who understood me.
Then again,
in my childhood,
I learned literature, astrology, scientific experimentation, psychology, Greek tragedy, fear, comparative religion, poetry, illustration, the care of cats, music theory, the procedures of AFDC, what to get with food stamps, keeping quiet and occupied in a battered woman's shelter and college classrooms, surviving days of beatings, how to calm yourself after nightmares, jump rope games, supersitions, how to argue, how to follow the plots of Saturday morning cartoons, begging, letter writing.
I still know how to feel and hope.
I still know how to climb trees.
