Angela

March 9, 2011
By Anonymous

That pale little hand being led to the bedroom
Those corduroy jeans being tossed to the floor
That innocent smile as he leans in to kiss her
The green of her eyes as they lay down for more
The very same eyes I caught reading Harry Potter past their bedtime.

Those bouncy red curls flattened against the bedspread
Twisted and tangled and coated in gel
Those delicate hands exploring his body
Those tiny girl’s hands, that I knew so well
The very same that shook me awake year after year on Christmas morning.

What happened to the little princess?
The cross country runner?
The sweet baby girl?

The science fair champion:
Arching her back and closing her eyes
gasping and panting and
pulling him closer
To the body I held in the hospital.

The clumsy ballerina:
Being rocked back and forth
Going limp with pleasure
Sighing satisfied
With the voice that asked me for a later bed time.

My rosy cheeked child who loved musical theatre
and wore purple sweaters
is gone.

The author's comments:
A few weeks ago my best friend and I were sitting at her kitchen table just like we do every Tuesday after school and before play practice. Out of nowhere her mother burst into the kitchen holding the bottle of birth control pills that my friend had been taking behind her back. She didn't yell at my friend for hiding the fact that she'd been having sex from her, nor did she break into tears. She just stared at her daughter for the longest time with this penetrating expression on her face. For days it haunted me it was confused, wounded--indescribable. The pain I found in her eyes was my inspired this poem.

Note: The poem is entitled 'Angela' after the woman who's face inspired me. This name has been changed to protect her identity, and that of my friend.

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on Jun. 7 2011 at 12:35 pm
WaterGirl23 BRONZE, Nutley, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them." -William Shakespeare

i think all teens having se.x behind their parents back should read this poem. most teens don't realize the effect it has on their parents. this is the very main reason why me & boyfriend are waiting to have se.x

The~Watcher said...
on Jun. 7 2011 at 11:53 am
No, very sad. Teens who start having se.x almost never realize that there are consequences- and not just for them. This poem is very well written- I feel so sorry for that mother.

spency SILVER said...
on Jun. 7 2011 at 11:49 am
spency SILVER, Irvington, New Jersey
8 articles 0 photos 75 comments

Favorite Quote:
"DON'T GIVE UP,REACH YOURSELF UP"

this is actually good...rated u 5/5...visit me plzz and comment

on Jun. 7 2011 at 7:28 am
K.M.S.Shear BRONZE, Cherokee, Iowa
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Favorite Quote:
"Some people think writing is a waist of their time. For me it’s a way to draw an image of myself through the painting of words."

its kind of sad and yet it isnt


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