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| Dear Willie : Poem | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 7 2005, 08:25 PM (50 Views) | |
| Aislynne | Jun 7 2005, 08:25 PM Post #1 |
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POTATOES!
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This is dedicated to an old friend named, *get this!* Willie. His story is explained in this poem, and so is mine. The only thing I left out is how in the fifth grade, I had to write a rap song for school about my family. Well, at ten years old, I didn't have a grasp on rap music, so I asked him to do it. I don't have it, but it was awesome. Not a great poem here, but I don't think it sucks that much either. Oh well. *Sigh* Dear Willie Dedicated to the real Willie. Born and raised in New Bedford, Where you had no support, A family to lean on, Or an ability to play sports. Your mom died before you were a child, From the leering, monster AIDS, Kids would laugh and point, And their words hit like grenades. When you were just a teen, Your daddy popped too many pills, They found him dead in the snow, And a part of you was killed. Living at your aunt's house, You were arrested for shoplifting, And thrown into juvenile hall, Where you were quickly drifting. Now that you're out of juvie, The cops gave you a choice, Go back to Aunt Diane's, Or in the foster home, let's hear your voice. I was surprised you chose plan B, Worried that's the last I heard from you, You have talent, son, Let it flow through you. You haven't been brought up right, You've been dragged up violently. I know you've experienced struggle, But don't pass through silently. You've helped me through hard times, You've witnessed my pain, You need to come into the sun, Willie, I know you're tired of the rain. Put that razor down, Throw that gun out, Remember the good times, And then start to sprout. |
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| Lustre | Jun 7 2005, 09:17 PM Post #2 |
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I'm On Top Of The World
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that's a great dedication. maybe if Willie can see what he has meant for you, it might help him get thru some tough times. |
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| Aislynne | Jun 7 2005, 09:18 PM Post #3 |
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I wish, but I doubt I'll ever come in contact with him again. Oh well. Thanks for the review ^_^ It's greatly appreciated. |
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| Lustre | Jun 7 2005, 09:37 PM Post #4 |
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that's sad about him, but maybe you will run into him some day |
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| Genie | Jun 8 2005, 11:46 AM Post #5 |
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I know the feeling I lost 2 of my best friends to NY a few months back, and now one of them is totally cutting me off from his life, and ive known him for nearly all my life, 16 years.. Its a lovely dedication, I hope he could read it too.. |
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| Aislynne | Jun 8 2005, 02:49 PM Post #6 |
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Oh, God, I'm sorry about that. That must feel horrible, but I guess I know somewhat how you feel, just not to that extent. I didn't know Willie for a very long time. Thank you, also.
I'll keep my fingers crossed :D |
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