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my poem.... CHILDHOOD MEMORIES THROUGH A COUNTRY GIRLS EYES...
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*id rock cowgirl boots before i would rock some stelletos *i stand on my balcony.. my country music playin in the back *looking out at dumpster divers, and bitches smoking crack *little babies, running around... mommas nowhere in sight.... *thats the type of shit that makes me mad enouph to fight. *four pair of shoes dangling above us on the telephone lines *pregnant women walking by, not caring about their babies, drinking wine *every five minutes my windows are shakin *from posers driving by with their music vibratin *they drive their cars made in the 80's *with rims that are truly more fit to be on a mercedes *every other minute, there are sirens going by *another overdose... what a cost to pay for a high *my neighbors fight all damn night *over the dumbest shit... whos wrong and whos right. *i miss the smell of the country... fresh cut grass in the summer *all you smell here... gas, smoke, and rubber *i miss hearing the birds chirping in the mornings and the cricketts at later on *i miss watching my lil girl playing out in the lawn *i miss walking outside at night to see the stars shine bright *you cant see them good in the ghetto for all the street lights *i miss taking kaylee outside at night to catch fireflies *here, its like their extinct, or just dont like concrete or millions of cars goin by *i miss looking out my front door to see green grass and trees *when i gaze out from here, we see crackheads lighting up in the street *but damnit im still a country girl, through and through *soon ill be in the country again.. so kaylee can go to the same school i went to *she can grow up innocent... with memories of swimming in the creek *dancing in the grass...... *climbing all the trees *having a yard where she can ride her bike... daddy can build her a sand box *spending her summer days finding worms for fishing, and rolly pollys under rocks *in the country, we can pick up, and go on adventures any time day or night *whether it be fishing, walking through the woods, or flying a kite *i want her to grow up the same way i did... *living in a innocent world, and being a little redneck kid *i want to be a mother like mine was... *she has no idea what an awesome childhood she gave us:... *i remember swimmingin the backyard, and getting out to catch bugs *my momma, looking beautiful laying out... little radio by her side, playing the judds... *we would catch jar flies, and tie them to a string.... *they would fly in circles... i thought it was a magical thing. *i remember catching fireflies those warm summer nights *momma would put them in an old jar, put them by our bed for our magical night light... *i would be awe of her... so beautiful, so brave, and strong... *then she would cover me with my blue blankie, i felt it kept me safe from all harm. *she would then kiss me on the cheek and sing my faverite song... *hush little baby, dont say a word, mommas gonna by you a mocking bird.. *i can hear it as if it were yeaturday... then we would close our eyes and pray *going out in the woods, collecting rocks for the flower bed *spending the whole day togather, my momma and me, little rednecks *redneck is not an offensive ternanology for me.... *if you only knew what it really means... *its living a simple life, carefree in the country... *its knowing nothing bad about life... only nature, and ppl that love me... *its growing up in a world, not knowing about gangs, or drugs... *its all about a world so full of magic and make believe... the country is what i love! *its all about showing my daughter, to love everything.... nature, people... *its teaching her to not see colors.. only to see people *i grew up color blind... i still am to this day *i dont see black, white, brown.. i see beautiful people... its the way i was raised *ill be out of the ghetto in the next few weeks... *i cant wait to raise kaylee in the country.. and give her the knowledge my momma gave me... *be independent, loving to everyone, never let a man disrespect me, and teaching me to always have drive... *its all about teaching her us lil country girls can survive! WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CHILDHOOD MEMORY. MINE WAS JUST THE SIMPLE THINGS. AS YOU CAN SEE. I LOVE THINKING BACK TO THOSE TIMES. DONT YOU? JUST FOR A MOMENT, YOU CAN ACTUALLY FEEL WHAT YOU FELT LIKE AS A KID. INNOCENCE I THINK IS GODS GREATEST GIFT |
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No, just kidding, I love the poem...I was a city kid so I didn't know about creeks and swimming and fishing and walks in the wood, at least not on a regular basis. I guess I missed out.
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