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Abandoned
*I always wondered why my mother had walked out of my life. I always swore that I would give her the third degree about it (so to speak) when I would eventually meet her. Because growing up I figured that someday I would see her again. Whether it would be standing over her grave or face to face. Truthfully I never knew back then whether she was dead or alive. And now that I have met her part of me wishes that I haven’t and no she never did answer. I still don’t have the answer as too why she left me. All I know is that in life sometimes things happen that we aren’t responsible for.*
By Alyssa Horn8 years ago in Poets
The Concrete Jungle
White and yellow, peering through dark structures. Structures that touch the sky's heels. Cars honking, roads roaring, people yelling and hollering. Walking through the streets, smelling the aroma of Asian cuisine, Italian gourmet, Hispanic flavor, and grills frying burgers. The smell of hot dogs sizzling and meatball sandwiches being prepared. Odors so thick that you can taste the food being served. Moisture so sodden, you can feel water forming on your skin. All laden with history and and folklore. Stories of love and romance. Tales of struggle and strife. Dramas of the hunger for power, money, and fame. Chronicles of immigration and homestead. Impurities being formed and working to perfect them. Where we stand by liberty and freedom. Where the magic of things creative and all things imagined comes to life. The place that houses a man and woman who protect our liberty and freedom. One is a lady of green, with a torch of yellow. The other is a man of grey who sits on the chair of truth and justice. The city that holds the heart to our nation.
By Charles Hernandez8 years ago in Poets
