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Dumpster Child
Contributed by
Vermillion
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Saturday, 29th May 2004 @ 01:23:56 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Dumpster Child
when i was 3, just a little baby i guess my momma didnt want me into the trash can away she ran i guess i didnt fit into her plans so here i lay thinking of the day my momma threw me away
i was raised in a dumpster on the south Jersey side just laying there waiting,but nobody came not so much as a kiss on the head or even a goodbye laying there i was screaming,screaming her name
so i walk these hollow streets all alone forced to be raised by alley bums and hookers from foster home to shelter,from shelter to foster home i got a part time job as the local city butcher
staring into a puddle wondering what did she see what she saw wrong, what was it about me then a small splash in the puddle as a tear falls from my eye curled up behind the same dumpster i was discarded alone i sit and cry
nearly twenty years have passed since i discovered i was a mistake with the polices help i find my mothers address,shes so hard to track down maybe she'll remember me if not my poor heart will break hmmm it seems she still lives in this cursed retched town
will she recognize me with my long dark hair? maybe she'll recognize me when she sees my eyes so much excitement all too much to bare standing on the rainy streets trying to catch a ride
i see her house, is this where i woulda lived? or did she move she opens the door and im standing there not knowing what to do shes just the way i imagined her to be, what all my dreams were about she asks if she can help me and before i can open my mouth a 5 year old girl grabs her leg and says "mommy,mommy whos the strange man?" all i can say is "oh ..its..its nothings sorry to bother you ma'am"
and just like that i walk away,back to the alley ways i didnt wanna mess up her life and remind her of that day she has a new life now i see, one that doesnt involve me all i have now is the city streets where im left to grieve
standing in the rain, thinking about the pain thinking about the day momma threw me away
with no family to know colder than this icy snow sitting here...im all alone
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Vermillion
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2004-05-29 13:23:56] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Dumpster Child
(User Rating: 1 ) by reprobate on
Saturday, 29th May 2004 @ 03:21:29 PM AEST (User
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and where do i go from here, asks the orphan. grabs at the heart. good job.
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Re: Dumpster Child
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jenni_K on
Saturday, 29th May 2004 @ 03:29:47 PM AEST (User
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OMG!! This is a deeply moving poem... well done!!
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Re: Dumpster Child
(User Rating: 1 ) by shorty_52 on
Thursday, 3rd June 2004 @ 06:19:36 PM AEST (User
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very sad. one wonders how u get these thoughts though. but i stand by what i said before u are a truely talented writer. keep it up.
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Re: Dumpster Child
(User Rating: 1 ) by suesan on
Wednesday, 27th July 2005 @ 07:54:31 PM AEST (User
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Duse that was sick, i loved the beginin
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Re: Dumpster Child
(User Rating: 1 ) by assassinatorgirl on
Tuesday, 29th November 2005 @ 07:10:41 PM AEST (User
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aw, gosh, i feel so bad for him, he ws right there and then just left, she didnt deserve that at all... how could anyone throw their baby away. i guess that's just another poem to be written, isnt it? |
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