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Dumpster Child
Contributed by
Vermillion
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Saturday, 29th May 2004 @ 01:23:56 PM in AEST
Topic:
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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]
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Re: Dumpster Child
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by reprobate on
Saturday, 29th May 2004 @ 03:21:29 PM AEST
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and where do i go from here, asks the orphan. grabs at the heart. good job.
thanks for sharing |
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Re: Dumpster Child
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by Jenni_K on
Saturday, 29th May 2004 @ 03:29:47 PM AEST
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OMG!! This is a deeply moving poem... well done!!
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Re: Dumpster Child
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by shorty_52 on
Thursday, 3rd June 2004 @ 06:19:36 PM AEST
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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
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by suesan on
Wednesday, 27th July 2005 @ 07:54:31 PM AEST
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Duse that was sick, i loved the beginin
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Re: Dumpster Child
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by assassinatorgirl on
Tuesday, 29th November 2005 @ 07:10:41 PM AEST
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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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