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once upon a time I was a child   I tried so hard to please them   I save the trees and kill the people   wouldn?t it be great to die here now   nothing  they can say   but get off me   the burning bush lost its heat long ago  I lie back relax watch my life overflow  tear threw dead nutrients with a fine tooth comb  runaway in the shadows that now are my home  And the man in the can he is calling to me And the others our mothers their lying to me the parasites dropping I?m dying to be what I want but I can?t but I?m trying to see how she died now   I?m all alone no place to call home   the quizzes about who I am   I was when I could be so maybe I should be so help me I?ll pay when I can    tears are freeflowing my dark sides are showing bulletins  riped down from trees   men and graffitti   spraypaint that can speak to me   nobody wants to be hear were I am now   I scream and I holler   I wear a dog collar   I wear what I want and I don?t have a father   Holidays slip by and I never notice  and all this time I?ve been gone   Mature subject matter the pig the Madd Hatter   noodle soup dinners and lunatic neighbors   the mud that I wade threw to make my way out   I see some horses   the sunshine it blisters  and me I am nothing but look you don?t know me  so don?t try to hold me I aching to scratch my way back   so many dreams ride past me as all these days mash into one driving and driving  in endless circles not caring or sharing  as long as its further away   my buddy?s skate station  he is my salvation   I need it I already have it a back stabbing brother in a big blue van  and evil is melting me here were I am
IN A CELL ALL ALONE AND WAITING TO .....die

Cera Ouish

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From:
Graining the Mare
Poetry of Ranch Women

You may get threw the world, but it?ll be very slow
If you listen to all that is said as you go.
You?ll be worried and fretted and kept in a stew,
As meddlesome tongues must have something to do,
For People will talk!

If your quite and modest, you?ll have it presumed
That your humble position is only assumed,
You?re a wolf in sheeps clothing; or else your a fool;
But don?t get excited; Keep perfectly cool,
For People will talk!

And then if you show the least boldness of heart,
Or a slight inclination to take your own part,
They?ll call you an upstart, conceited and vain;
But keep straight ahead, don?t stop to explain;
For people will talk!

If threadbare your shirt, or oldfashion your hat,
Someone will surely take notice of that
And hint very strongly you can?t pay your way;
But mind your own business, whatever they say,
For people will talk!

If your clothes are in fashion, don?t think to escape,
For they criticize them in a different shape,
You?re ahead of your means; Your tailors unpaid;
But pay them no heed; Theres naught to be made,
For people will talk!

Now, the best way to do is to do as you please,
For your mind, at least, will then be at ease;
Of coarse, you will meet with all sorts of abuse,
But don?t think to stop them, its not any use,
For people will talk!

By
June Brander Gilman

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