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Esther
by Indigo TempestaIf Esther was any duller-lookin shed
of been rust. Grunge on a yellow shirt
cuff. If Esther was
our daughter wed of cried ourselfs
an our husbands to sleep knowin we done
somethin wrong, somewhere along
the way. Esther was the teachers
girl an didnt know a hole in the ground
from her own crooked ass. An
nobody ever listened to a
word that girl said, its Esther, who give
a shit, right? She lied here an she
lied there an you couldnt
give her the time of day without shed
make somethin out of it to say like you
was hateful, so you just
stopped. Esther didnt even graduate
an she was the teachers girl, so
you know it had to be somethin
wrong in her head. Senior year once shes goin
down the hall screamin, yellin her
head off an wes all sayin Esther
dont you be worryin your poor mama an
everybody, and shes just a
screamin anyway. If Esther
was our daughter wed of tore into
her for sure. Nobody ever could
just stand that girl. She was always
runnin around with her dresses all holey
an her hair nappy and greased-up
anyway. Who could of guessed
shed be runnin around with our husbands
nowadays. That whore. 03/22/2004 Posted on 03/23/2004
Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/23/04 at 02:40 AM This poem is certainly consistent in its syntax and message...well done. You've certainly sparked my curiosity as to the inspiration behind it. |
| Posted by Beth K Hannah on 03/27/04 at 11:31 PM i liked the style of this one; the slow drawl I imagine muttering and gossiping the words. |
| Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 05/13/04 at 03:35 PM OUCH!!! |
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