Category: Living


I have this book from 1804

it’s the Times newspaper

with strange articles that I  adore.

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I have bound up tight

newspapers of the first transatlantic Zeppelin flight.

of the first air raid in the us fight.

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I have photos of immigrants

coming off ships

Her Majesty’s army

boys with guns on their hip

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The first olmypics

Hitler before power

Harry Truman in his finest hour.

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I have the Books of Knowledge

from 1942

poetry, science, Art, leaders

nature, plus things to make and do.

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Reading the facts from between the two

the facts  changed frame.

and I thought,”This can’t be true!”

History is supposed to stay the same!

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When I was a girl

I joined the cities first Girl Choir

I was there at the first,

before they reached Higher.

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now international

they sang before the pope

Records from the 1st year

are somehow lost without a hope.

 

Dairyshow in my county

is a huge affair now.

Guess who was the first

to a big hoopla?

went to state and won 2nd overall?

 

Last month I requested

something that showed what I did

you know, so I could show my children

I was something as a kid.

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They responded back

“Were sorry but you  were not the 1st.

We asked around, because records we lack.

It was some guy named Herst.

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I knew what they told me did not track.

How did history change so much in 20 years?

trying to prove things has put me to tears.

I don’t know how to get my own history back.

how messed up is that?

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History I feel

isn’t the truth

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Oh certain facts are, I am sure

But its like those tales where the tale is true

but the facts have been changed maam,

The rest is just Poo.

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I do have some records

that have recorded my past fate

a scholarship to DC

only person to be adopted twice in my state

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A letter from the Opera saying I got in

a writing award from Levar Burton

saying, You Win!

Artwork I did that hung in a museum gallery

most of those things fill me with glee.

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But if I didn’t have those things anymore

if I couldn’t prove it

would History put someone else’s name

Where mine now sits?

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I am not saying History is totally wrong

but I think it needs to learn a new tune

to the song.

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Thank you baby for this wonderful poem and pics. I miss you too.

Inhale this college Town

By Ashley L.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wake up
turn over
then look out the window.
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It all seems so normal now,
so normal to wake up and turn and look.
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So normal to get up and see.
So normal to stumble to the kitchen for coffee or tea.
Inhale.
Breathe in this college town.
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The silent sounds still everything.
No one is up in this part of the world.
No one is up in this college town.
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But it’s normal now.
So normal to stumble, tea, hear nothing.
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Wake, turn, window,
get up, see, tea, hear nothing.
Just breathe. And wait.
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Sit. Inhale.
Just sit and wait while hearing nothing
wait for those moments
when small breezes bring a whiff of home through this college town. .
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So normal now.
Sit, wait, inhale, hear nothing.
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And only in these moments
Does it hit your nose
those small breezes that bring a whiff of home through this college town.
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The humidity of desert storms
Mother’s vanilla that sweep off her hair
and the air that’s warm and not sweet.
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Sit and inhale.
Sit and inhale.
For those moments of wonderful smells.
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Sit, smell, wait.
Wait for those moments of home
that might eventually waft through this college town