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She Wants To Dream

She cries from a place
That hurts deep inside
Her pain echo’s in my heart
I have seen the child
Who has no hope
Who sits in the back of a dirty car
Looking through the dirty windows
Seeing the kids she knows from school
Hanging out with nothing better to do
As she rides back from the fields
The fields that are stealing her youth
And robbing her of hope
She knows the names they call her
The things they say about her
And she tells herself that she doesn’t care
What they say or think
But the truth is sticks and stones
May break your bones
But words
Words can cut you forever
She lies awake with tears in her eyes
She wants to dream

But her dreams have run dry

— hobo, Jun 29, 2010

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hobo

hobo

15 years 11 months ago

Well my friends

well my friends it is about that time, I will see everyone in a few days. dream of me and I will dream of you *You can never pick anyone up if you are busy putting them down*
weirdelf

weirdelf

15 years 11 months ago

the best poem of your'rs read.One small crit.

Fictional poems, coming fro a another place require a great more skill. Poetry can be story telling, but this isn't. You are telling a story and it wounds like it. Doesn't have the ring of truth. Cheers, Jess, Reprehensibly irrepressible,
lou

lou

15 years 11 months ago

Randy

Good stuff my friend, but I feel that having dirty in line 6 and line 7 is too much and the same with having fields in line 10 and 11 . I think it would work better if you found another word for dirty and field. But I enjoyed the poem. lou xx
hobo

hobo

15 years 11 months ago

This is a real story

I remember when I was young my family were migrant workers picking fruit in the fields. almost all of the kids I went to school were kids of farmers. I remember riding back from the fields with field dust all over the car and all over me. I can remember slumping down in the car hoping none of them would see me. its kind of tough when you are a kid. I saw a young girl the other day doing the same thing in her car. it brought back these memories and I know what she was going through. this story is all to real for her and for me and many other kids from the fields *You can never pick anyone up if you are busy putting them down*
faithmairee

faithmairee

15 years 11 months ago

Great Poem

This is a beautifully written and deeply moving poem. Hurry back so you can write some more great stuff. Faith I never say anything I don't mean nor do I say anything to be mean.~
SH

shirley harrison

15 years 11 months ago

Hobo the great

well very deep stuff but i love it! much love shirley harrison
xena465

xena465

15 years 11 months ago

Dear Hobo

Nice write and a very sad truth Xena Quote: Science is what you know; philosophy is what you don't know. - Bertrand Russell
loved

loved

15 years 11 months ago

FIVERS ALL THE WAY DEAR HOBO 2222222 GR888888888

''''But the truth is sticks and stones May break your bones But words Words can cut you forever She lies awake with tears in her eyes She wants to dream''' sIMPLY EXCELLENT WORDS URS BEAUTIFUL LOVELY LOVED THAT'S I