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The Blurred Times

The lines are blurred when blended
I know first hand that govenment grilled cheese sandwiches
are delicious as I shared them with Phillup my best friend,
black as night and true as time...he was my ace
His mother, my godmother Lucille, chased us out to play
in streets equal parts innocent and villainous
Street kids busted hydrants in blazing summer days
we ran through the water blasting sideways cooly
There was no race-hate-ignorant-violence
Black and White children playing with only the care
of our next adventure and the dread of a setting sun

All poor, all struggling, all trying to get by
lines were blurred and blended splendidly
playing a Guns N Roses tape for Lucille
as she laughed at the wailing voice
shaking her wise head saying "Here honey"
...."Listen"  replaced with Otis Redding
the pain and passion in his voice
hung in the hot air adding to the summer soundtrack

I moved to a whiter and "higher" place
better schools and cleaner streets
the children echoed their parents ignorant
hate filled diatribe...Ni**er this and Ni**er that...
...I visited Phillup as he moved to a rougher hood
the children echoed their parents ignorant 
hate filled diatribe...Honkey this and Honkey that...
Not one of those knowing the other...the lines
clear and defined.  Seperate and scornful
...I miss that beautiful blurred time in my life
   ...I wish everyone knew such a place existed

Copyright © Steve Voorhees

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  1. Date: 5/16/2009 9:28:00 PM
    AWESOME poem Steve! I remember all those days. Opening the fire hydrants was the best. I really enjoy this write. Thank you for your kind words on my poem. Take care. ~Des Juan

  1. Date: 5/14/2009 3:34:00 AM
    OH Steve, this gave me chills and brought tears to my eyes. If only we all lived in such a place. I feel so choked up. You know I live in the South so I can feel this one in my bones. I grew up in California where I too had "blurred times" and man do I miss those days. Awesome heartfelt write, my friend. :) Beautiful. Love me

  1. Date: 5/13/2009 3:02:00 PM
    I am sorry about what happened on the chat... no one was suppossed to know that..

  1. Date: 5/12/2009 6:56:00 PM
    Kids dont see a color difference until its pointed out to them. What a special time you have described...Bg

  1. Date: 5/12/2009 5:11:00 AM
    I know that place well and truly feel sorry for those who don't. It's just like the add says, children are not born to hate, their parents teach them. Hope you have somehow still remained friends. What great memories you must have. Took me back to my own childhood summers. So bittersweet this write. Love, Shar

  1. Date: 5/11/2009 10:46:00 PM
    The postman always rings twice!

  1. Date: 5/11/2009 10:32:00 PM
    Steve as you know I spent many years in the most racial of Places "Prison" - it was there on my second term third violation that I met Milton Hemstead - If I'm not mistaken this was in my eleventh year and Milton and I got to know each other and in the most racial of places i made my first black friend because he was a Damn good man any which way you sliced it up - He changed my view of the world and the man i was and I'm damn proud to have met him - The honor was all mine - God Bless, MJ

  1. Date: 5/11/2009 9:36:00 PM
    You certainly touch on something important here, Steve. Teachers always said prejudice was based on ignorance. How lucky you were to meet Phillip while growing up in an integrated community. It seems that later society was working against your friendship. You have values I admire. Excellent poem! Love, Carolyn