Jeanne

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Copyright Jeanne

It’s 1969
and I’m fourteen
in Upper Class USA
We’re struggling
Trying to fit into the
the Great American Dream… ugh!
My Dad worked treacherously
so he died naturally
Way over stressed…
I felt like I was walking
down dark hallways… passageways
to hell…
It was hell…
For my family…

I responded by doing bad deeds
Not real bad deeds but stupid bad deeds
and continually got chewed out sadistically

My emotional state
was so darkened
I felt unhitched
I longed for my father

We finally moved, gratefully
out of there

But I left a piece of me there
It’s gone
Yeah… I’m hollow…
in some parts
In some parts I’m gone
Never to be found
Again…

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