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Cut To the Core
by Tony WhitakerAfraid of girls
adored them all
scared
to make a move
afraid
of the fall
Went to a sock hop
ninth grade
scared to death
begged Bonnie Edwards
when she said sure
almost wet my pants
Gangly thin
ill-fitting slacks
pencil thin tie
shirt too big
sweat making tracks
Waited for Bonnie
by the gym door
saw her walk in
with some blond-headed
boy next door
she gave me a laugh
almost fell to the floor
my story as a teen
cut to the core
11/12/2007 Author's Note: My teen years were the worst of my life...
Posted on 11/12/2007
Copyright © 2024 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 11/15/07 at 07:29 AM !! lol !! thanks for sharing, that makes two of us..!! I was a wall flower and always had my heads in books, that's when I wasn't writing... aloha..;-0 |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/24/07 at 07:19 PM Man, can I relate. Something about dances (hmmm... what a title for a poem!) and all the adolescent expectations that swarm within and without. I went to the Baptist dinner in our protestant town... what a strange experience for a Catholic boy... just to avoid the prom. OK, your poem gave me the courage to make that shameful (to me at the time) moment public. Thanks for sharing this, Tony. |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 02/08/08 at 08:40 PM OH those awful years! You described it so honestly I can't help but belly-chuckle at what we had to go through to get where we are! Wow. Thanks for this one! |
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