Category: Writers Block
The Short Version Of My Life
By Jolene Nichole Bennett
Born in Kentucky in the middle of the night,
With the sky as dark as if it were raining,
Then the move to Texas,
With an accident which caused my sight to run away.
I remember being little,
With lots of activities,
I see an active child,
Playing with laundry carts in the Laundromat,
Milking an excited goat and riding the horses.
At three and a half,
I saw my stepdad leave,
And my sister and I made the long trip with my mother to Michigan,
We moved constantly between towns,
A year of school here,
And a few years there,
And I constantly met new people.
As first grade drew near,
I knew there were lots of things to look forward to,
Like going to school all day, and eating lunch at school,
And the Christmas pageant in which I was a star,
And in the next year there was,
A mean teacher,
Pizza parties,
And riding my bike through the halls of school as if it were a road.
In the beginning of fourth grade,
There was another new school,
With more new people,
With our trip to the planetarium,
And nearly falling into the water at Pictured Rocks.
Fifth grade started with a bang,
Probably one of the most memorable,
With my first male teacher,
And meeting my best friend in the summer.
Junior High, a whole new school,
I felt so lost and alone,
With not many friends,
And at the same time,
Feeling the pain of my best friend’s death.
Getting through that first year was tough,
But some how I managed,
But then my world was changing again,
My two best friends were leaving,
Off to a new place,
High School!!!!!
The next year when I joined them,
I thought that it wouldn’t be tough,
But instead it was really rough,
Jessie had moved,
And my mother had left,
A little more stress then I had ever dealt with before.
The passage is full of imagery and positive in attitude despite the underlying problem of sight loss.I liked the feeling she captures of just getting on with and accepting things, instead of lying down and giving in, or rebelling, against the constant upheaval of moving so often...She leaves you with a definate need to know more with that obvious hook at the end..as if you were watching a soap opera ..or a film, with sequel, due out later in the year.
wow. that had to be hard. I had the same troubles with my third grade teacher. She was mean to me.
Wow.
All your poems are great!!
You forgot the part where you attempted to fuck anything that would move at comission, which lead to you fucking a 250 pound mentally handicapped child, leading to the breakup of your first engagement, but minor details they are.
Wow. That must have been really hard times for you. But on the other hand it is great that you have met so many people.