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Meagan could still feel her Daddy's hands
touching her, she couldn't understand
Smelled the stale beer on his lips
Any place is better than this
Lives behind the Safeway with her friend
Sally used to work hard as a cook
til she threw her back out and she took
pills her doctor gave to her
Kept on needing more and more
Lost her job, her house, and still she's hooked
Lindsay locked herself inside the john
Her daughter cried and pounded for her mom
When her friends knocked down the door
Lindsay lay blue on the floor
Needle still was stuck in her left arm
Nicky always looking for a mark
Hooked up with his friend outside the park
Later on he stole his car
Didn't make it very far
Cuffs around his wrists 'fore it got dark
Camille called her mom this Sunday past
Said she needed just a little cash
Promised her she'd pay it back
Found her man and bought some smack
Father said that girl was always trash
Under every town's pretty facade
The underbelly's waiting to be prod
Take a peek, the edge is frayed
Out where the outliers strayed
Dying 'neath the gaze of a flawed god.
10 comments:
perfection. thank you. i swear Lou is reading this from the place where he is and saying oh yeah, you see it, girl. tell it like it is. i love it.
lolamouse, nailed it. ~
Wow...you've conjured a very Lou-esque piece here. Raw and human and definitely the underbelly. Nicely rendered.
it is in these edges that when I pray, I pray that these sharp edges be honed and that those that live there be cared for
Gracias mi amiga
wow! Too perfect. You make me look.
Really good, sad but so true
Whatever the source of inspiration, this poem speaks for itself, or rather, for those who have no voice against their own abusive circumstances.
This is perfect.
All the previous comments say what I was thinking!! Brilliant!
For some reason, this reminds me of Hoyt Axton's "Snowblind Friend."
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