Girl, 16

[dedalus]

Dum dum

Dum de dumpy dum.

There you go,

Best part of the poem.

Daddy

You don't need to do that,

Not when I bring my friends over.

I know you have two pricks

Port and starboard

And my brother apparently came from one

And me, the female, from the other,

But do you really need to display them

There on the couch

In front of the Nine O'Clock News?

So gross.

 

Mama left so fast

She forgot to take us with her.

The leaves they wither

On the trees

And so do filial sympathies.

 

My brother is a jerk.

 

I learned to like baseball,

It's the only thing we can talk about:

McGwire took steroids,

Woo, woo, woo!

Bottom of the ninth,

One woman on base.

 

In case

You think I hate you: I do.

That's settled.

I put rat poison in your beer

But you don't seem to notice.

Bottom of the ninth.

 

At school

They sent me off to counsellors

One of them tried to rape me

So I got arrested

For assault. Permanent scars, I hope.

 

The fault

Lies not in the family

But solely and entirely with me.

Everyone, everywhere

Will always always agree:

Young Girls are Trouble.

 

I love "Burn Notice";

Those simple homemade bombs.

Edited January 19, 2010 by dedalus

[tonyv]

I like how you "get inside her head." At sixteen, it's likely that there's not much in there anyway (save those gritty life experiences), but might she excel? It's too early to say. But, considering environment, upbringing, and a yet to be seen motivation it's doubtful.

 

Tony

[Aleksandra]

Interesting write dedalus. I liked this one.

 

Thank you for sharing.

 

ALeksandra