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Saturday, March 29, 2008


I saw a girl this morning, crying tears.
Her eyes were fire, bitter in her head,
of anger, pain, and sorrow’s burning fear,
by dismal happenchance and fate misled.

You’ve seen this girl. But what about her tears?
This girl could be a mother, working shifts
to feed three mouths, abandoned for a year.

Perhaps the woman shunned despite her gifts?

Perhaps cashiers who dreamt of more?
Perhaps the servant of her boyfriend’s whims?
The ever-giving wife, by all ignored?
The gal paid less because her name is Kim?

You think it’s easy for a sobbing girl
to live her life as scapegoat of the world?


  1. Wow, nice. that really hits the target straight-on. A thought though, would be that, if tweaked a little, the sobbing girl could actually be a spoiled brat or someone who's crying because of a not-a-very-good reason. lol, it's rare, but just imagine you walking up to a girl who's crying her heart out, and ask her what's wrong, and she gives you this totally dumb answer. Imagine the surprise and the thoughts running through you mind! ah, you know that'd might be a pretty god prank.

  2. This one is so nice, i love the line about bitter eyes. You really are improving, keep up the good work!

  3. Thanks Alice and Hillary! Alice, your first post reminds me of a story about telemarketing that I wrote! There was this part about how the telemarketer asks, "How are you today?" and the lady responds, "Horrible! My husband just left me, my kids have a play today, I just got fired...."


A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

Thanks, Wordle!