Messes & ChoresA Poem by GildamareA college roommate of mine invited a bunch of her friends over for supper. One of her friends got away from the group & wrote a poem on my refrigerator, which was a common thing in our house. I always kept dry erase boards & markers in the kitch
Messes & Chores
After the dinner party, while cleaning the kitchen, I destroyed the poem. A troubled girl wrote an emo poem on my refrigerator. By troubled I mean the kind of teen who's seen too much, been too abused, heard the wrong words at the right time, been in the right place at the wrong time, ignored, left out, shut in, common. It was sad and melodramatic, with too many metaphors and in your face symbolism. It was a trash, woe-is-me soliloquy written in black marker across the door of my freezer. I sprayed it down with Fantastic and bleach, then watched as the ink turned into little rivulets and ran down the door. The smeared words reminded me of the black tears in her poem. I don't put up with crying. With a Scotch Brite I scrubbed until the surface was white, pristine, clean. Those were her only shared words, muddled and smeared. I thought about replacing her poem, but sometimes chores just turn into work. It's not like anyone listens to teen poets anyway. © 2008 GildamareReviews
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Added on March 10, 2008AuthorGildamareWarm & Sunny, FLAboutI'm a bit of a gypsy, so I can't say that I really "live" anywhere. My passions are constantly changing, so I am always following my new dreams! I graduated from college almost a year ago & have don.. more..Writing
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