Debbie Guzzi Poet Free verse

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Girls Just Want To Have Fun - Before the Party

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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Robert Pettit March 27, 2014 at 2:52 PM You describe a rather frightening scenario quite well with your words.

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Richard Lamoureux January 4, 2014 at 1:54 PM This is a powerful piece, in fact so powerful that the picture is not even required. Richard Lamoureux January 4, 2014 at 3:01 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. Debbie Guzzi January 4, 2014 at 2:50 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?

Painted Hunter January 3, 2014 at 2:28 PM Oh wow! That's awesome, Debbie.

Carrie Richards January 2, 2014 at 7:53 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!

Donna Jones January 2, 2014 at 5:49 PM Oh this really is cool!

S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri January 1, 2014 at 11:35 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.

Jack Horne January 1, 2014 at 1:34 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

Erich Goller January 1, 2014 at 12:21 PM What a mean dad, that's a very emotional expressed poem, Thanks for sharing it.God bless you. Hugs!Erich Happy New Year!

Syam Madappattu January 1, 2014 at 10:23 AM Very touching...beautiful rendering

Debra Squyres January 1, 2014 at 9:49 AM Horrific !!! Not the poem but the content. well expressed. No child or person should have this happen to them.

Frederic Parker January 1, 2014 at 9:14 AM this poem hits a nerve with me as a child of a very abusive parent Debbie Guzzi January 1, 2014 at 9:26 AM the name calling is what scared me ... still here the accusation replay & replay