October 13, 2009

  • Like a Raisin in the Sun

    Guest post by assassynative, check her blog out! She says this falls under "getting something back I've lost or finding something I've never had."

    I grew up without a father
    He was too lazy or something to show his face
    and I never realized til now how much a dad could affect a daughter
    maybe that's why I hate
    and feel so out of place.

    I grew up without a TV but it was pointless, you see
    The violence was still there
    from my mother to sister
    and within me.

    I grew up with poverty's ice cold stare.
    and mom would promise
    "it's only for a bit longer"
    but the signs were always still there.

    I grew up with a dying heart, watching my family fall apart
    Even though it had already happened, long before I was there
    I just saw the after effects where
    everything just had a scarring effect.

    I just wanted to be away from it all but at the same time
    needed someone to call stability
    But even outside I was alone
    and only books filled the empty.

    And I was told or maybe lied to about dreams.
    I read that you could do anything, anything
    if you put your heart, everything, into it.

    But how could I
    find my passions
    become success
    a future brightened,

    when I was thrown into such a deep pit
    where money, family, love and self didn't exist.
    It was like telling the blind to see
    or the dead to live.

    It's a sad cycle, 'cause lacking money
    will lead to problems within the house
    and consequently, ultimately within one's self
    where the real dream killer lives.

    No, you don't get it.
    Some dreams have expiration dates
    so it IS too late.
    Discouragement kills desire
    tired, she reaches for that streetcar

    misses,

    as dreams

    turn

    to ashes.

    (I reference the works of Tennessee Williams and Langston Hughes if you picked up on that.)

Comments (7)

  • Hello Langston Hughes (just read the title..now will proceed to read rest of blog)

  • oh that's sad. "It was like telling the blind to see
    or the dead to live"

    good job assassynative

  • This was excellent. I did notice how you referenced both works too. Really great piece of work. I'm really exhausted and going to sleep now in all seriousness, so if you are able to hold my attention and kept mr wanting to read it until the end, well that's good writing right there :)

  • That's an excellent poem.

  • Nice reference with Tennessee Williams, I caught that one with the streetcar.  I used to do speech and I tried out for a speech scholarship (and got it) using "A Streetcar Named Desire."  And the title was Langston Hughes.  
    These guest posts are amazing!!!

  • Nicely done. Sad but true sometimes dreams do have expiration dates. I hate to watch children's dreams dying for simple lack of the money they need to pursue them. Thanks for putting your heart into this.

  • Very well written, but definitely sad. I suppose, like in life, everything written can't be happy.

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