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(2) The south raised us
by Meghan HelmichWhen we were eight,
you were in Houston
wearing a Donatello Ninja Turtle costume
and stepping on ant hills
to watch the frenzy.
In Birmingham, I wore neon pink
and slid down the driveway
on my roller skates
until the neighbor boy came by
and pushed me to the ground.
I cried when the peroxide bubbled
on my skinned knee.
You laid on a tree branch
and wrote stories with your eyes. 11/07/2011 Posted on 11/07/2011
Copyright © 2024 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 11/08/11 at 03:09 AM The last two lines do it for me. |
| Posted by Sal Haefling on 11/08/11 at 02:01 PM "and wrote stories with your eyes"...beautiful thoughts come to my mind with this. thanks for your talented work, meghan. |
| Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 11/09/11 at 05:41 PM why am i reading these backwards. that last line sold me. also, there's something romantically human about the skinned knee experience, we've all been there. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 11/09/11 at 06:54 PM ... brilliant..... |
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