I'm from a small country town
bare feet playing outside
long grass and hot summers
sweet air conditioning inside
until we run to the sound
of the ice cream man
I'm from "where's daddy?'
and "I don't know but David's here."
from we have to move again
leaving all my friends
from "do good in school
so you won't end up like me."
I'm from slow cooked colla greens
corn on the cob
greasy fried chicken
Nanner's macaroni
Ramen noodles cooked just right
frosted flakes unaccepted without
bananas and purple grapes
sweet swedish fish
and oreos with milk
I'm from cheap cable
watching Dexter's Lab
Power Puff Girls
Power Rangers and Doug
listening to the Backstreet Boys
lil' Bow Wow was my man!
because "I think about you all the time
to the point that I just wanna take you home"
I'm from
funny accents
and country quiet
a disfunctional family
letting the good times roll
in a kid's care-free world
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Hi there!
I'm a friend of Mr. Low's, and he shared your blog with me! (He is very proud of his writers!)
I like this poem because it tells me so much about you...and because it makes me want to be in that small country town AND try frosted flakes with bananas and grapes! The detail is wonderful, especially the contrast between the somber revelations in the second stanza and the swedish fish and power puff girls later on.
Good work, and keep inviting us into your world!
~Tracy
thank you so much!!! i really appreciate the feedback from you guys! and that's exactly what i was going for in this poem!
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