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I've heard what a fierce and strange lot we are we folk from North Dakota you'd have to be stronger than the brave to survive here I know this I wonder if I am going to make it through to fifth grade you have to be truly stronger than one could ever imagine it takes one powerful bit of conjuring to understand the kind of misery I've had to deal with daily because I don't fit here in Fargo, North Dakota God help me my opinions are different my Father drinks I actually know the definition of Communism I am actually smarter than a lot of my classmates and I dare to do my homework and enjoy it I'm prepared to deal with all these items on my list: 1.)be run over by a bicycle for knowing the answers 2.)learn to skedaddle home a different way from school every day in order to avoid being beaten up 3.)learn not to breath under the covers when my Father comes home after drinking all night at the bar 4.)swear I'm an orphan every chance I'm asked about my parents 5.)work hard to please my Mother so that there's a chance I might have a cookie instead of celery or carrot sticks 6.)lose weight so that I'll allowed to go on an airplane to to see my Grandparents who live far away 7.)when all else fails, I always keep my bike and sleeping bag and gear ready for instant overnights by the river even though I'm truly afraid of the dark and come home covered in mosquito bites 8.)remind myself to stay away from the Catholic kids coming home in the opposite direction, remembering that broken nose inflicted on me the day of the Valentine's Day Campfire Girl Mother/Daughter Tea 9.)tell myself childhood isn't forever so I can quit Campfire when I squirrel up the courage even though my Mother makes me stay so that I'm not such a social misfit mostly because she's the stupid Campfire Girls Leader its no wonder, most days I am so tired I thought being this tired business happened only to adults with jobs I've learned you have to be fierce and strong to be from Fargo North Dakota I know now that I am stronger than the bravest of the brave ....... I am old now I don't live in North Dakota I've someone to love who loves me, we have a sweet cat I enjoy cold Sumatran coffee write poetry by the moon I paint and wear bright colors when the early sun rises am I lucky to be here perhaps God had nothing to do with that Copyright May 16 2016 written directly to the page with no particular format...all true, no poetic license taken, real life. We all survive our childhoods and some of us are the much better people for it. Life is a sum total We all are sum totals and nothing can be negated. Me, I am doing jim-dandy right now, a real thriver-survivor. Copyright May 16 2016 all rights reserved by this author. Meloo straight from her Tilt-a-World/ M. A. Howells legal copyright to this site title by this Author Vote for this poem |
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