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it's contradictory
the way she acts and what she says to me

But was it a definitive answer?
You should go back and ask her.


Don’t tell me something
Unless you realize there’s nothing
I could ever possibly care about
That could come out of your mouth


Was what she said
So thanks, man, but I think it might be dead.

Why is 'might' your take on that?

I know how they work, she'll crawl back.

clearly

beer me
slant rhyme
For the first time I trusted somebody.
For the first time I shared each & every moment of my life with somebody.
For the first time I fought with my owns for somebody.
For the first time I remained hungry for somebody.
For the first time I was ready to loose my self respect for somebody.
For the first time I was ready to die for somebody.
But who knew that 1 day I would be cheated by that somebody.
Who knew that there's not even a single feeling for me in the heart of that somebody.
For the first time I tried to quit “because” of somebody.
March 6th- we start talking
9th- we meet
Fast forward to the 17th and we are dating
I love yous every second
5 months later we're getting our own apartment and we've been talking about marriage for a while, at a year

Two years together now- I watch her tear up as she says her vows

The future holds a baby
A house
More children
Graduations
Anniversaries
Retirement vacations

Laughs, tears, screams in between and I know that
In the end I'll be able to rewind
A month
A year
A lifetime
And know that
Your hand was the one I held through it all
Your kiss on my lips every night
Your smile every morning
 May 2014 Danna Evans
Tate Morgan
I had the chance to listen in
between a teacher and parent
The teacher told the mother "Dear
your son needs help, that's apparent"


She suggested that the mother
visit a doctor that she knew
One who'd give him medication
to control the fits that he threw


His teacher had diagnosed him
with that Attention Deficit
He didn't conform to her rules
to be quiet and just to sit


He was no different from those
that all of us knew growing up
Acting unruly like a dog
who doesn't know he's still a pup


But now we claim this is disease
though that seems but only a ploy
To make a common worker bee
of what once was a little boy


Time out is what we do to them
when our children all misbehave
It has about the same effect
as master becoming the slave


A child who won't sit still in school
is no more or less of a joy
In my day they were not called sick
what they said was "he's just a boy"


Tate
Some of the parents who listened to doctor Spock in the 60s and 70s.Those who tried the kinder gentler approach to raising little Henry. Are now held hostage by their unruly children. So thank you doctor Spock for everything you didn't do. And for all the answers you professed to have but really never knew. Now the public schools want to discontinue the teaching of cursive writing and spelling . As they see it why do we need them anymore? However they also told us we didn't need the phonics that they discontinued back when children could read? The schools got one thing right. Why try to teach children to write if they can't even read? I would truly be interested in knowing just how many parents have been told by teachers that their children need medication. So if this is the case I would like to take a poll. Tell us all how many of you there truly are. Is this just a way to manage overflowing classrooms? When was it we gave teachers the right to diagnose medical problems? In years gone by we would have thought that an affront. It is truly out of their expertise. But I hear over and over that that teachers recommend certain doctors to make sure the children are medicated. If this is not the case tell me. I could be wrong . However it seems it would be more productive to fix the broken schools. Instead of saying the children are broken.
I crave the dazzling colors
Twisting together in the early morning
Red
Orange      
Yellow                    
All churned into one image
Pulsing in my dark eyes
Elegantly finding the way
To the gloomiest pit of me.
They make a trail to my heart
Brightening the display
Pumping happiness to every joint,
Every bone structure,
Every muscle mass present.

Was this why I was told to enjoy the sunrise
Every morning as  petite child?
Did they know I would be this now?
Surely,
They must have.
I just wish they'd stopped me before this
Before I became my own enemy.
One by one
the lights went dim.

The hallway darkened,
as the cold crept in.

Word for word,
we wrote on the wall.

I wailed and fought,
but wrote it all.

Scrawled in squalor,
I spelled it out.

His name the same
and whispered loud,

~ from my mouth.
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