Comment 6 of 6, added on February 11th, 2012 at 8:38 PM.
After lnvaieg your twisted,twenty-first century childhood,the ability to
critiqueunfortunate fashion choicesand text at lightning speedwill have to
carry you.Perhaps these skills will be allthat’s needed in the
crumplednew world you kids are building.I’ll be well out of it.Some
unveilings await time’s end,others occur daily, fulfillingthe visions
only the stepmother’ssearing eye had foreseen.That child will betray
you.Even her sister called her “two-faced”once when they were so
little,it hardly seemed she could knowwhat that meant, but her fatherwas
furious, such a thing to sayof a sister, such a thing to nametrue in a girl
stillin first grade. A girl wholearned at her mother’s flat breast:you
can get water from a stone,with a lawyer who’s on commissionwith nothing
to lose.When you’re only as goodas your legs are thin,you can just trade
your father in—mommy’s found a richer model.
Comment 5 of 6, added on February 10th, 2012 at 2:01 PM.
How I Perceived it in 1975Walking home from mlddie school in my green
springjacket on a mid-week day, I heard keyed up voicesof children:
"there she is, that’s her." Then a female pack,whose strapped
fury arrived on the heel of my personalspace, allowed their ill-informed
mind to work up ordersin tobacco stained mouths: "hit her, hit
her!"The leash came undone."She did it, she did
it!""Hit her, hit, hit, hit!"All I could force from
quivering lips, between blowsto the face, arms and legs: "I didn’t
do it."I wanted to cut-off the unfolding mystery with rubberburning
thoughts, but fear, shock, and snaking ragejuggled in the center of that
darkening street.My brother, older by 11 months, was 15 feet aheadof that b
movie and me. Little did we both knowit is partly how I came to define my
value slumpingin the quicksand of events. He did nothing.After leaving the
world’s stage, I got home to crymy story out. No one waved fisted words
at culpableparents or school officials. The mistaken identityerror would
not be blurred by my stock’s outrage.I wanted the unchanged story to
widen our filtersand to take the alleged off the shelf.
Comment 4 of 6, added on March 23rd, 2011 at 10:41 PM.
Im using this poem for my art project! my scene will be about a bus stop,
so i choose, this one! Out of all the poems i have read about bus stops,
this one is by far the best! Lovee Itt
from United States
Comment 3 of 6, added on November 27th, 2007 at 4:23 PM.
I had to research this poem for school. I wasnt really looking forward to
it because I hate poetry. After I read through this and got a more
understanding to "bus stop" I am happy to do this project. And for all you
people that are being rude and writing rude comments just remember what
this guy did you could NEVER do so dont hate on him OR his poem(s)
Kayla from United States
Comment 2 of 6, added on December 6th, 2004 at 8:23 PM.
thats very powerful and i like it alot
Comment 1 of 6, added on October 14th, 2004 at 7:02 PM.
I think the poem is just a reflection of the author's thoughts. He was
inspired by simple things and related them to life. I liked the poem. I
don't see why you say he sucks. He doesn't offend anyone. So it doesn't
rhyme. It doesn't have to. Obviously, you didn't analyze it at all. With
some poems, you have to be open-minded. I respect people's opinion, but
"you suck bastard" doesn't really say anything at all.
from United States