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The Person On The Corner
Author Dana Redricks
August 08, 2014
They look as if she wasn’t there
She’s somebodies mother, she’s
Somebodies child; she was laid off
She may have made some wrong choices
A victim of illness, she cries, but no one
Hears her voice; she is a victim of her
Circumstance.
Her child is hungry, and cold as she
Stares into the tears of her mothers eyes.
Her Mothers heart is hurting, because she
Can’t supply her child’s needs; while the
World is filled with greed, while people
Struggle to supply their family’s needs.
The truth is we are all one pay check, one choice,
And sick day from being that person on
The corner.
So many people I can barely feel myself breathe
There is an anxiety, but also a joyful anticipation
What is happening? Who knows? Who can see?
I try to push my way to the front. It is great to not wear masks.
Is everyone vaccinated now? I ask, wondering about the Covid-19.
Someone laughs. A group of somebodies actually. No one is wearing masks.
My heart feels lighter; I am carried away in the throng,
Where we are heading, is anyone’s guess. I do not care really.
I have things to do, people to see, places to go.
I am alive and the pandemic is over! I want to dance
But I am pinned in, cannot squeak out of this crowd.
We are jelling into one lump like a can of beet jelly.
Where are we going? I ask again. Starting to feel nervous now.
No one answers. There are gallows ahead. Ten of them.
I look at the guy beside me. He is looking forward, not noticing.
I start to have a bad feeling….
We’re shape-shifting, my roommates and I. Transitioning mentally from freshmen and sophomores (nobodies) into juniors (somebodies). We’ve been around, we’re not the new kids anymore. We’re being seen and appreciated. It’s a mindbang.
There was a coolike girl, Kathleen, who was a senior when I was a freshman. I had a mad, mad envy-crush on her. She was everything I wanted to *be* when I was scared and unsure about things. Kathleen was perfect., an example of success that, like a fulcrum, lifted our confidence.
When she was around, I’d watch her, discreetly. She had this unconscious habit of touching her chin, with her index finger, when she was thinking. I swear, I found myself copying her, until Leong saw me do it once and said “Kathleen!” I was embarrassed. You can’t get away with anything around here.
Kathleen graduated last year. I saw her once, in her graduation gown, from afar. I got emotional. Part of me wanted to rush over, give her a huge, congratulatory hug and tell her what a role model she’d been for me - even though we’d never even talked, but I was afraid she’d think I was a stalker.
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Webster: Fulcrum: a support that lifts*
slang..
mindbang = a shifting in a well-established paradigm.
coolike = a really awesome person you admire
perfect. = (the period has to be there) an amazing, flawless role model
the price of freedom Is Bloodshed
We pay for freedom with Bloodshed
We living free cause of Bloodshed
More bloodshed, more bloodshed
Ideas of freedom got people shot in the head dead
I’m not saying anything another never said
Give me liberty or give me death
Slaves even had to steal it, and so they left
But it was bloodshed, That paved the way
And it was bloodshed that made them stay
And it was bloodshed that made them fight
And it’s bloodshed that gives - freedom LIGHT
Somebodies gonna pay, see that’s GODs WAY
I didn’t make the rules, I just play
NO waterfall tears bringing back NO life
muslim's do it 4 Allah, Christians 4 Christ
cause the price of freedom is bloodshed
We pay for freedom with bloodshed
We living free cause of bloodshed
More bloodshed, more bloodshed
She says she doesn’t
Doesn’t believe it
Love is impossible
Everyman she’s dated
All minds were deflated
All they want to do is bump and grind
You can read between the lines
You really know what I mean
Sexual gratifications
Never a vacation
All they want to do is bump and grind
You know what I mean
She is more than just a object a sex toy
She’s somebodies sister, daughter
So in remission
She awaits marriage
Maybe one man will have the courage
To do his husbandly duties on the honeymoon
Cause nobody’s gitin any sugar in their Kool-Aid tonight
Well praise God (Go sit on some ice boy and take a cold shower)
3/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Who Is Your Neighbour?
When I was young and lonely,
Sometimes it was me.
But as I got older and became more conversational,
It was whoever I stopped to talk to on my weekly constitutional.
And at college it was most anybody on my block;
When relating to them, I hardly ever watched the clock.
But really its anybody and even more so, the nobodies,
No matter what difference or diversity, they're somebodies.
And until governments get their political systems right,
It's the Syrian refugees who only find cold in the night.
Rhoda Monihan
Written 9/13/2015, posted 9/13/2015
For the Trashed #2 contest, sponsor Broken Wings
Entered for the Who Is Your Neighbour contest sponsored by Mystic Rose judged on 9/14/2015
Hi everybody, I am nobody; Why do all the somebodies keep jacking my... junk.
Nothing I say changes or sways opinions: Stop looking for LINES WITH the punch.
I am out to lunch, just a li'l old nobody, a termagant, with a rant. I am no-one:
Why is someone getting paid to monitor?
What I say, in no way could effect change...So why are you checking and holding my post hostage with all this blockage ...? What a waste of money and time.
I do not put thoughts on anyone's mind.
Nor do I give sight to the blind. Gees-us, I am just a no-one, that anyone listens to. Nor adheres to, or cheers for-Or care for - Or even cares too.
So please let me speak freely and stop thinking that I am making quantum leaps; When we” nobodies” are in a huddle, trying to jump over this little puddle.
The “Somebodies” are making asses out of the masses”.
You enjoy seeing me beat my wings against the bars. Or like a lab rat going through your maze to take the bait, you’d like to see me get Irate: (for more than four hours, our mainstream team) got played out of position, berated us, with a football hiatus. Black, brown, and white united for a non-cause, adrenaline screaming at the same screen.
You want to know my reaction, is that how you get satisfaction?... Well "beat your feet to the beat" of my jaws jabbing -
The somebodies are setting traps.
But I am a smart rat. I am nobody, and nobody didn’t go for that.! Even if you could catch my drift.
Someone went to great lengths to create that rift.
Everyone cannot see what I am saying; Could never, “see what I am saying”, because what I am saying is only for those who need to know!
"Do you see what I am saying". “I am just saying”.
Those of you who hear me "Holla":
But don't take the bait, or get sidetracked, stay focused, “pay attention to what's not being mentioned”.
Check and see how many moves were made when you were looking in the other direction. Always remember the greatest weapon they have is the “Weapon of Mass Distraction” Which, stops everyone's actions, and counteractions.!
“that is all I am saying”
A message from nobody.
Bliss
a phase where we are continually happy
where those people
who are routinely making your relationship
difficult are eased with the promise of one
reaping the rewards of a successful endeavor.
when the stage is set and those who wish you happiness
can know longer narrate or meddle in
the two Lovers lives.
When the ink is casted
let the honeymoon began.
She bought both her flute and oboe
on the honeymoon.
She had me crawling on my oboes just to
get next to her.
Every time I started smochie hoochie
she blow the flute.
I kissed her cheek and she blow the oboe.
I had to get a sing with her to stay outta trombone: I bassoon it's
part of the honeymoon phase. Being inspired and all. But staying interested meant staying in tune
but hat's all n the Bliss of romance.
It's all about romance and being romantic!
The Tip on Table Seven was from the Guy I told this
Story too. He to was
on his honeymoon.
The Gal's went outside clownshow.
Too many insect out there for me
I came inside! She out there in
th Gally get-up: Dudes lookin all up on her:
Let me get out there:before she start
smiling up in somebodies face!
See you around man!
when i was little i thought love meant kindness and sharing.
i thought it meant smiles and sweet words.
when i got a little older i thought love meant kindness and sweet words and being naked.
when i got even older i confused being naked with love.
not the kind of naked where somebody wears their heart on their sleeve or lets you see their soul as though they’ve turned it inside out for you.
i’ve seen small lies and big lies and what lies beneath the people you trust most.
i’ve seen trust broken and trust bent and trust never initially set.
i’ve seen kindness and sharing and malice and possession but i have never seen this kind of naked.
i have seen nakedness with strangers during 3am calls and loneliness.
i’ve seen loneliness turn into leather seats gripping my calves in a taxi on the way home from the club crawling into somebody else’s bed.
i’ve seen mistrust placed in me by the same naked that lies within those sheets.
i had only ever seen the naked that lies in bed next to me, not in somebodies soul.
i had never known nakedness could run deeper than an evening.
i know now nakedness is in the way she reads my body, not what she does to it in the early hours.
i know nakedness is how she looks me in my eyes,
not how somebody admires them under cigarette light as ash falls onto bed sheets.
nakedness runs deeper than my skin, and she taught me that.
nakedness is how she shows me herself,
the darkness and the light and everything in between,
it’s in the way we speak,
the way we cry,
the way we laugh,
and all of those things happen with my clothes on.
All 8 billion of us
have mental illness
some
subtly
so
others profound
it's a matter of degree
of shade.
Some are reachable and adapt
become chefs-CEOS- presidents
others curl inward
cannibalize themselves
crapping out
psychopaths
creeping about
raking fangs along
the thinning peace cloud...
We've emptied asylums
population is at critical mass
somebodies going to crack
place an iron neck upon the tracks
derail societal peace
plucking lives
off the vine
before
they're
ripe.
Some are unreachable just outside the grasp.
They'll never adapt
They'll never climb out of the rattlesnake pit.