About Me
- Name: Sagepaper
- Location: United States
An only child and service-brat, I was born in Panama. We lived on Indian Reservations when I was two to four-and-a-half -- crucial years for social development. Culturally, I am a mixed-up White Eyes from Mescalero. I began college at fifteen, enjoying a luxurious seven years of rigorous liberal arts education. Since graduating with a B.A. in Psychology, I have avidly read non-fiction, adding enormously to my formal education. Disabled by Tourette's Syndrome and other conditions, I live in Atlanta's suburbia. My father and husband are both physicians, and share a consulting business. (I am very proud of what they do, but I mention their occupations because people cannot seem to move to another small-talk topic if I simply say I am disabled. They must be told an occupation, and will start asking about family members to get one.)
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Herein find essays, musings, Haiku, and other traditional poetry.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Adult Content -- Poem about Timmy
I needed to break my troubled daze in order to write. I realized that I also needed to get some of this stuff off my chest. I accomplished both by composing the following:
January 15, 2001 -- Untitled #1
Timmy's doing time for rape
They said he forced his daughter
Gun in hand and mouth agape
Incompetent his lawyer
Truth be known 'twas Sue that forced
The little girl to purger
Blaming Daddy for the worst
'Twas Sue that sold her mergers
Sue was hooked on heroin
And Ashley's youthful body
Well, the money was therein
On loan, she'd please somebody
Shameless Sue would let them beat
The nine-year-old they'd rented
Stunned was Sue when County Seat
No longer was contented.
CPS had never cared
About the screams reported
Twenty Seven years unspared
She'd get her Ex she snorted
I would welcome any suggestions for punctuation of any of my poems posted. I know how I would punctuate this if it were prose, but punctuation can sometimes affect a poem's meter. Robert Service, whose work I greatly admire, uses punctuation in his meter to good effect. I fear, unfortunately, that incorporating punctuation into my writing is beyond my skill level. I am pleased simply to have gotten to where I usually write poems with the words lacking flaws in meter. Editing poetry to fix such errors is a challenge I sometimes enjoy, and sometimes do not. Often, it is more important to me to preserve my original sentiment than it is to make a piece presentable.
Perhaps, in some future post, I will explain my view of the ethics of 'brutal writing."