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Friday night and here I am caught. I fought yes I did, cried till my eyeballs hurt. Dad said NO. He tossed me down cellar with the rest of the trash -- he said. Oh what he said, “How would he know? Did it show?” I fell. I climbed damn the grime. He took my shoes so I could not run. No coat, no shoes, where could I go? The snow was falling outside. I could hear the dance music from the window high and small. I sat and I listened from the ladders rung. Mice skittered at the edge of the floor-- one light sickly yellow the door locked. I’m scared. Prompt:Girls Just Want to Have Fun Painting: Exploring the Basement

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Date: 3/27/2014 2:52:00 PM
You describe a rather frightening scenario quite well with your words.
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Date: 2/26/2014 9:01:00 PM
http://www.stephaniedeshpande.com/contemporary-free-rhyme-poetry-contest/ Hey, dynamo, I stopped by your blog and will return to congrat you there ... holy cow... what a score! I'll be buying a PDF file, affordable poetry that supports 5 poets. Hell ya, count me in! What a great idea and I am so tickled for you. Me? I am still amazed and delighted by this serendipitous meeting of arts... literary and visual and how we have reached out for each other... I feel like I've found a feather bed...
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Date: 1/4/2014 1:54:00 PM
This is a powerful piece, in fact so powerful that the picture is not even required.
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Richard Lamoureux
Date: 1/4/2014 3:01:00 PM
I have been like this kid locked behind doors as my friends or at least the ones I wished were friends enjoyed their young lives. I think that now I am like a big kid because I'm making up for the time I missed in childhood.
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Debbie Guzzi
Date: 1/4/2014 2:50:00 PM
wouldn't be the first kid this happened to 'why would some one explore the basement in a party dress with no shoes, was the question to me?
Date: 1/3/2014 2:28:00 PM
Oh wow! That's awesome, Debbie.
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Date: 1/2/2014 7:53:00 PM
That young girl inside the grown woman, could and would never be able to forget a night such as this, or a degrading feel of despair. As children we are expected to respect our parents, as a parent.....it is our job to respect our children. Too often, and sad to say, many parents forget that part of the arrangement. My heart again breaks for that girl, and hope someone will restore her faith in unconditional love. :) Hugs, and Many Happy New Years ahead, Debbie!
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Date: 1/2/2014 5:49:00 PM
Oh this really is cool!
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Date: 1/1/2014 11:35:00 PM
Did u write dis on behalf of a notty grounded child? Even frm d basement here yor imaginative powers soar high! What a fantastic poem dat paints a depresd punishd one's plight. Poor him. Hey n u r right about frackin. Ok debs fond new yr greetings.
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Date: 1/1/2014 1:34:00 PM
powerful and scary write, Debs - will have to check out the pic. OK, I'll try to think of another stanza for Santa's adventures x
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Date: 1/1/2014 12:21:00 PM
What a mean dad, that's a very emotional expressed poem, Thanks for sharing it.God bless you. Hugs!Erich Happy New Year!
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Date: 1/1/2014 10:23:00 AM
Very touching...beautiful rendering
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Date: 1/1/2014 9:49:00 AM
Horrific !!! Not the poem but the content. well expressed. No child or person should have this happen to them.
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Date: 1/1/2014 9:14:00 AM
this poem hits a nerve with me as a child of a very abusive parent
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Debbie Guzzi
Date: 1/1/2014 9:26:00 AM
the name calling is what scared me ... still here the accusation replay & replay

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