Back in
the day,
the 70's
and 80's
on the
west side
of Buffalo
at Nativity
Playground,
we young men
and women
were all
friends.

We all
tightly
hung out
together!
Some,
were much
more than
'friends'.

One SOBER
summer
night,
I was introduced
to Carrie
by the girlfriend
of my good
friend Wayne.

I wasn't
interesed....

at first.

I was sober!

Anyway;

She wasn't
ugly understand
but rather,
she just wasn't
my type...
well,
on that night
anyway.

The following night,
Carrie ended up
where I happened to be,
and on this night
I was partying
and getting
drunk.

I remember,
after each drink
went down...
Carrie was
quickly becoming
'my type'.

Folks were
skinny dipping
in the canal
and I began
taking a good
hard look at Carrie by the bonfire.

Before I
knew it,
my pants were unzipped
and in front
of everyone,
my *****
was in
her mouth.

It's then
I stopped her
to save her
a little face
and instructed her
to go up the hill...
and I would follow.

We ended up
on a
concrete pad,
no bigger
than 5 foot
× 6 foot
in the back of
the west side
rowing club
in the spotlight
with Carrie
riding me like
I was a horse
in the
Kentucky derby.

She was good!
Make no mistake,
Carrie was good!

The next
morning
I awoke and...
my underwear
was sticking
to my *** and
I was confused
as to why?

Carrie,
apparently rode
a winner.

I never had
brush burns
on my knees
as bad as the
brush burns
that Carrie
left on my ***
from that
concrete pad.

I dated Carrie
for the
remainder of
the summer
of 83'.

No reason to
wonder why,
right?

That summer
we went on
to christening
brand new
Chrysler Lebaron
Convertibles
of our friend's
parents,
Carrie climaxing
on church steps
with all of
our clothes on
in front of visitors
from Kentucky
and
so much more.

I swear that
song by Europe; 'Carrie'
was sung
about her.


written by me... ..

drowned in moonlight.
the smell of cigarettes and cinnamon.
unapologetic,
yet warm and kind hearted.

the brightest star in the sky,
oh how she shines.

By Arcassin Burnham

A girl with a forgotten purpose,
Dealing with demons,
Creatures that can't be tamed,
I guess she was the one to blame,
Every day was a "let's get Carrie white day",
And everybody was apart of it,
The harassment and the bullying,
Can only drive a young beautiful daffodil like her to rotten plant,
Where the sun don't shine,
Bleeding and crying,
" plug it up""plug it up",
Can't even imagine a worst reality,
Or how she must of felt,
Or when she came from home,
Knowing she would be alone,
In the situation with her crazy psychotic mother,
Even when she wasn't at work,
She would pase back and forth,
Walk around,
And plunder,
Not knowing her daughter has a lot of power,
Controlled erges to not move things with her mind,
Mothers rambles about Satan,
Made it all seem worthless,
"People will trick you,
Make you think they love you,
And for what!".,
But instead of listening to her mother,
And putting on different covers,
No one she wanted to love,
Mom kept carving cuts,
But,
I can't even imagine how you use to feel Carrie,
I was In your 3rd period , you don't remember Carrie,
The quite one with the hoodie on Carrie,
The one that hated when people would disgrace your name Carrie,
Thought you were beautiful in every way Carrie,
I hated how they treated and neglected you Carrie,
The kind hearted person that you were Carrie,
Is more room and all the time I need for us Carrie,
155th day of school , couldn't believe that you died Carrie,
I heard what happen that night Carrie,
I wasn't there because I didn't have a date if I would of had the courage swear it would have been our night Carrie,
Our night Carrie,
I know I didn't know you for very long,
I miss you Carrie white.