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Back Door America
Contributed by
frohemiasweetie
on
Wednesday, 7th July 2004 @ 06:23:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
AmericanTragedy
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I am a back door American
Meaning I smuggled my way in
Under the dark curtain of night
On the wings of the waves of tears
I washed a strange shore ocean
With my dirty bare bleeding begging hands
And began to pray
In a tongue I was not accustomed to
And adorned in a costume that held foreign perfume
The ground under my toes felt like anguished tension
Years before
Bleeding that would rival the Tigris
And I wondered looking toward Papa Sun
Just what had gone on before I was
Pushed through the back door
The earth said that someone else
Had just as ambitiously been
Swept into a trash bag
And scattered into reserve jars
Of red feathered tears.
Trailing along the tattered back door.
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frohemiasweetie
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2004-07-07 18:23:45]
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Re: Back Door America
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by ladyfawn on
Wednesday, 7th July 2004 @ 06:50:11 PM AEST
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absolutely beautifully written, lovely poem:) hugs n' love nessa
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