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Lizzie Maestas Poem
New Years Day
Is a time for change
People change for the better
Some don't change at all
Most don't follow through
My New Years resolution
Is to not fall
Into the endless pit
Of abandonment
And follow through
With my New Years resolution
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I’m from dirt covered knees
and sweaty faces
I’m from playing in the sun
from dawn ‘til dusk
I’m from “being one of the guys”
playing sports in the mud pits of our backyards
I’m from striving to fit in
I’m from making mistakes
and learning from the consequences
I’m from going to parties
and staying out late
I’m from a shaky past
with an unknown future
I’m from turning the bad into good
I’m from being the best I can be
and working hard to succeed
I’m from a family of survivors
supporting them through their fight with cancer
I’m from never giving up
on something you love
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One dollar and eighty-seven cents, that was all
And sixty cents of it was in pennies
Pennies saved one and two at a time
By bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher
Until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony
One dollar and eighty- seven cents
And the next day would be Christmas
Christmas would be different
From the previous years
My dear baby Suzy would not get that new toy
That baby doll she thought looked so much like herself
My boy Tommy would not get the new train set
That we would set up around the Christmas tree
That the cat would try to catch with his paw
My lovely Julia would not get that diamond ring
She's been hoping for
The best I can do this Christmas
Is prepare a feast of bread and soup
With my one dollar and eighty-seven cents
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Isolation is to be left out
when you want to be in
It is the cruelest of emotions
Leaving you alone
to count how many times you got let down
and eventually lose track
It is uttering a cry from the depths of your soul
and waiting forever for that reply
I despise the feeling of isolation
I think everyone does
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Don't let the ring on her finger
Or the baby on her hip
Trick you into thinking
You don't need to worry about
The woman down the street.
Don't let the three year commitment
Or his words of sweet serenity
Trick you into thinking
You don't need to worry about
The man in your bed.
When you're working late
Or out with friends
The woman down the street
And the man in your bed
Sneak through the shadows of the night
To betray your trust.
Don't be tricked into thinking
You don't need to worry about
The woman down the street.
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Red like the blood
that flows through your veins
Sharp like the knife
You stabbed in my back
The evil hides underneath its beauty
Just like the person
I knew once before
You are a rose
A red rose
With a new meaning
The evil hides
Underneath its beauty
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