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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Angel

photo by MyBlackPrince
Her mama called her Angel
even though she was conceived in sin
Never knew her daddy
Her mother never saw him again
She was the prettiest baby in town
Never cried when mama brought the men around
She just looked out her window
and listened to the city's sounds

How can angels fly
when they're born with a weight on their wings?
The closest Angel got to Heaven
was when she heard her mama sing
a sad song about flying away
They'd go together some day
Until then, be a good girl
Be an angel

Angel went to school
but she didn't have too many friends
Couldn't bring them home 'cause
she never knew her mama's plans
Sometimes she found a man behind the door
or her mama passed out on the kitchen floor
Angel saw the worst of Hell
and quickly learned to ignore

How can angels fly
when they're born with a weight on their wings?
The closest Angel got to Heaven
was when she heard the radio sing
a sad song about running away
Someone would take her one day
Until then, she'd just pretend
There were angels

Angel was sixteen 
when she saw the guy on her street
He told her she was pretty
talked to her so low and sweet
Angel thought he'd give her a new life
She didn't know that he already had a wife
He gave her some cash then
told her to forget his name

How can angels fly
when they're born with a weight on their wings?
The closest Angel got to Heaven
was when she heard the church bells ring
She prayed forgiveness for her sin
Sometimes you end up right where you begin
Angel had a daughter
who never knew her daddy's name.


8 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

And so the cycle continues. Loved this very real story, Lolamouse........how do angels fly when they're born with a weight on their wings.........great question. But the cool thing is, sometimes they do!

Brian Miller said...

very lyrical and a sad tale as well...if only more broke free those cycles...and did not let history determine them....some break free

Fireblossom said...

I love the weight on her wings line. Cyclical trouble like this just makes it seem like she never had a chance.

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

I love angel wings for they are made to fly. sometimes to fly away

Felicidades!

Kerry O'Connor said...

How can angels fly
when they're born with a weight on their wings?

Such telling lines which gain in strength as the poem progresses. You have told your story so well, avoiding sentimentality, the reader is drawn right in to the scenario, knowing the inevitable outcome, yet hoping for a happy ending all the same.

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

coming from a single parent, mother, with eight siblings and abandoned.
just trying to put a positive take on sadly real cycle, kerry, my friend :-)

Ella said...

I too was drawn in! Powerful poem Miss Mouse and we always hope for a different outcome~ Sad and haunting-as it should be~
Happy Holidays to you n'yours!!

Bouncin Barb said...

Sad but beautiful. The unbroken circle.