

Scene 2Dressed only in her undergarments, she knelt on the floor, then leaned forward onto the seat of the chair, her head resting on the back. She drew in a deep, slow breath, let it out, and waited.Scene 2
The first blow came soon after.
God was mad at her. That was the excuse her father used whenever she found herself in this situation. God was mad at her and He called on her father to punish her. It seemed that God, Himself, was averse to hitting girls, but had no problem asking their fathers to do so. And he'd always claim that he didn't want to do it, but "...you just don't dis


Bluecollar LamentI am not unhappy Simply unfulfilled I want for more Because there is more to be had Like all humans I am not happy with what I have The push for more Is an urgent one It is hard to resist the call of materialism When it seems the most shallow And superficial amongst us Receive the greatest rewards Though I believe in the promises Of a greater here-after Is it so wrong to want for some comfort In the here and now I do not wish to be wealthy Obscene houses and expensive cars Have never gotten my attention Nor do I want to live leisuBluecollar Lament


The Deacon St. QueenShe sits on her porch swing A tattered paper fan in one hand Cold sweet tea in the other There's a competition Between her and the glass For who can sweat more She's winning Dressed in her Sunday best Still wearing her pearls Though the white gloves were neatly stashed away As soon as she got in from church Her not-fooling-anyone wig still snug on her head And her fishnet veiled hat rests next to herThe Deacon St. Queen
Slouching slightly Legs cocked at ungainly angles But not so much to be unladylike She waves the fan back and forth Trying to drive away


Speed Writing: Take 4I sit in the withering heat Waiting for my daily dose Of artificial pleasantness to kick in And I wonder If the new me will be the real me And will I recognise her face After having been apart for so long Happiness has always been a brief visitor I don't know if we can live together How do you ease into it When there is someone else living in your skin I've seen with the same eyes for so long Will I be able to trust my vision after this I don't want rose colored glasses Any more than I want fun-house mirrorsSpeed Writing: Take 4
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