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I am from.. an ordinary snapshot
by Colleen Sperry
I am from cracked pots
From clay, uncentered
from dirty hands
I am from straight pins and standing straight
From no room to wiggle
or you will get “pricked”
I am from tag sales not garage sales
from hand-me-downs (but not too many)
from paper routes and owning cities
I am from a
pleasing
perfect
perspective
I am from shots and cigarettes
from my Grandpa’s bar
from the 4th Ward
filled with democratic asses.
I am from the cock that crows 3 times
from lying and denying
From dust to ash
From Sisters and Fathers
in black reverent dresses.
I am from saved Pennys and spent Bills
From sleeping in the park and houses boarded up
On Ella Grasso Blvd.
09/12/2014 Posted on 09/12/2014
Copyright © 2025 Colleen Sperry
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 08/13/15 at 04:15 AM Very good. Poetry. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/17/15 at 03:46 AM Great concept for a poem. Enjoyed all the different aspects, but especially this stanza "I am from the cock that crows 3 times
from lying and denying
From dust to ash
From Sisters and Fathers
in black reverent dresses." |
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