12
6+6
7+5
8+4
9+3
10+2
11+1
12
Seems simple enough.
Reality was like a *****
film. Beaten and touched
by the sins of a woman corrupt.
Too poor to play.
Mom was getting high,
so I joined a play
to stay away
from the fists and verbal abuse of the day.
No lunch money.
Mom was getting high,
So I left for school at 6 A
M. Yes Ma'am, I was dropped off I would lie
everyday.
No, Sir, It's ok I already ate" I would lie
everyday
Tim, wanna come over and play?
*No I have to go home and get slapped and and screamed at when my mom isn't screaming some strange man's name...I mean...I have homework to do."
Straight F's. Never attempted a page.
Too busy learning what goes well with sage
And how to calm my rage
The singe of my skin let my emotions disengage.
Every time the levees were going to break
Just crawl into my hiding place
Heat up a paper clip
and all that was inside would slake.
10 years later I am covered in scars
Hundreds, head to toe, all over my fleshy bars.
They are much more difficult to see.
However they are still embarrassing
Thus the long sleeves and I always wear jeans
irregardless of how hot or discomforting.
One day I want new scars, head to toe
tattoos to tell a new story.
of how I escaped the blues
I never really did but it sounds nice.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
12
6+6
7+5
8+4
9+3
10+2
11+1
12
Seems simple enough.
Reality was like a *****
film. Beaten and touched
by the sins of a woman corrupt.
Too poor to play.
Mom was getting high,
so I joined a play
to stay away
from the fists and verbal abuse of the day.
No lunch money.
Mom was getting high,
So I left for school at 6 A
M. Yes Ma'am, I was dropped off I would lie
everyday.
No, Sir, It's ok I already ate" I would lie
everyday
Tim, wanna come over and play?
*No I have to go home and get slapped and and screamed at when my mom isn't screaming some strange man's name...I mean...I have homework to do."
Straight F's. Never attempted a page.
Too busy learning what goes well with sage
And how to calm my rage
The singe of my skin let my emotions disengage.
Every time the levees were going to break
Just crawl into my hiding place
Heat up a paper clip
and all that was inside would slake.
10 years later I am covered in scars
Hundreds, head to toe, all over my fleshy bars.
They are much more difficult to see.
However they are still embarrassing
Thus the long sleeves and I always wear jeans
irregardless of how hot or discomforting.
One day I want new scars, head to toe
tattoos to tell a new story.
of how I escaped the blues
I never really did but it sounds nice.
WBC Day 4. I know this isn't my usual style but I had to just do. Somethings you have to let out.
The writing prompt for this piece was: You’re at work and you print something personal (and sensitive). Unfortunately, you’ve sent it to the wrong printer and, by the time you realize it, somebody else has already scooped it up.
© April 28th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved
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