(Intro)
Some folks are born to be someone,
and well some of us just don't have that special thing.
The glamour, fashion, talk and of course money.
Now, I don't walk around in any sort of masquerade.
One thing I sure do know is, my love and dignity will never fall,
never will these be involved in any cascade.
Never conscripted in doing any type of task.
Adumbrated in the corner of the doubtful class.
I was skittish and self-effacing with a shadow mask.
Exposed I was not, never had the chance to bask.
(Nobody dared to ask)
Who I was, in the dark corner of the school bus.
Some people, are born with a silver spoon in hand.
I was born, not even knowing who I am.
I was just a crestfallen black kid off the block.
Most likely mothered by a drug addict,
addicted to rock.
(A fortunate child)
That was never me.
(I was confused, I was compiled)
Just let me be.
Comments
pinda | August 14, 2009 - 23:46
Sorry Julie, I promise happy pieces in the future, just that life is unabalance with happy and bad expierences. Hate to say it but the bad thoughts do burden the happy ones.
Cavalcaderl | August 15, 2009 - 20:43
New Pinda it was for Beeme
No Pinda what I'm trying to say
Wales and another one to -day
has died? so many litte young
ones etc;etc;I know one can put
what they like and may feel
a realease, but not all we are
all different people all kind of
happenings and I feel if we do this?
More think correct thing.and Beeme
concerned seems so low.Poem explains.
all these webs; most things are found
out by someone else.I am not use to at all.
god bless Julie cavalcader (:-
that was for Beeme she ok
thanks just had wonderful
daughter and friend come and do
garden always can't bend looks
great.but going 1950's do?friend
Had an hour of daughter trying to
select poodle picture and cut out
for me etc;kind and sew.
But half doing and computer I did
not get so feedback I'm whacked out.
Rolls down computer so quick goes.
julie cavalcader (:-
ps I had mask in May writing group
film and put on 0deon all no one knows
what or who is behind a mask. "Green Eyes"
my special cat poem.x