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80s Nostalgia? What 1980's did you live through?

by Amy Wustrin

When my parents separated
The duked it out like champs
And I was the championship belt

I've been through my mother's malice
And my fathers misguided good intentions

I watched the woman try to break into his house
In broad daylight, while he was *in* it
And when she couldnt get in the window
She sent her first-born to do it for her

I couldnt have been older than 7
And honestly, I was probably 5

One year, she even stole the christmas presents
He bought for his family.
MY family.
Never thinking how that mght hurt me.

All the while, the man, my father
Never said and unkind word to me about her
She, on the other hand, could bring home the gold
If shit-talking became an olympic sport

I went through all her boyfriends with her
Moved all over our school district with them
And suffered unimaginable torment
from my classmates in our Catholic school
Becuase I was a little weird to them
(Forgive them, Father, they knew not what they did
But smite the cold, calculating bitch with everything you have)

I suffered cruel heartbreak
In that "decade of excess"
At the hands of my own parents

That was my 1980's.
Do we really need to bring them back?


Posted on 09/27/2004
Copyright © 2021 Amy Wustrin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/28/04 at 12:13 PM

(Forgive them, Father, they knew not what they did But smite the cold, calculating...)---that is an awesome line in very honest poem. Great read --thanks for sharing.

Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 02/07/07 at 01:20 PM

I traveled here in a very round about kind of way, but I am glad I made it. This poem is extreme, the honesty is what makes it so great. I am glad you see through your own eyes, and not her experiences.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/01/08 at 05:48 PM

For me it was the 60's...but you captured the tyranny of those who drown in rose-colored nostalgia to a "T"

Posted by Uriel Tovar on 10/14/14 at 06:55 PM

i keep on coming back to this one. really enjoy reading it.

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