Suck It Up Bitch (436 hits)
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Submitted by BillyGoat (View user info) at 2008-12-15 21:14:49 EST
Mother. I see a fat man, in a donkey cart. His cart has no wheels- mother. It stands on two long machetes, like the ones they used on Uncle Dixon.
But wait, I lied, mother. Please forgive me, It's not a donkey. It's a big dog with two great big horns. They sway from side to side in the empty air. I think they are too heavy for the poor dog. Is don't think the dog is happy, mother- I think it's sick. Look at its nose. It's very red; I think its bleeding....
And this dog, mother. It's flying through the sky, with no wings. It's pulling this fat man, along an invincible road. How can that be?
The man, mother, why is he laughing? He looks funny with his hands stretched out like that. He is big and round and has a big mouth. Like that man who stuck that sharp thing in my bum, mother. You remember. And i started crying and you slung me onto your back and I stopped crying. Remember him, mother. The one you begged and yelled for, when my eyes wouldn't open - in that crowded place full of dirty, smelly, people with flies on their faces.
Mother, I cried again didn't I? And, we went back to the big white man and he jabbed me again and I bit my lip that time and didn't cry. We didn't see him again, did we mother? My stomach is ok now, my nappy is dry. The flies don't come anymore.
Mother. The man is whipping the dog...Like papa used to do to that angry cow, before he was taken away in that loud donkey cart with many wheels. Where is papa? Next time, the loud donkey cart with the many wheels and the big angry men with their loud sticks, comes our way, we should climb on-then we will go to papa and we can ask him what he has been doing all this time. I'm sure he is waiting for us.
The dog, doesn't scream, mother. It just runs, like you did the day papa was picked up. I could have fallen off but your shawl held me in, mother. You always tie too tight and I wish I could tell you that sometimes I cannot breathe. But on that day, I was glad that I was wedged in and I felt your chest rubbing on my foot as you ran for the hill.
And how about me, mother, aren't you proud. I knew not to cry, didn't, i. And we waited until the loud donkey carts had gone and the shouting had stopped. We went back home and you fed me some pap and I ate all of it. I was a good boy, mother. Your face was wet and that night you squeezed me tight against your chest... We didn't sleep mother, but why were we running?
Look! The fat man is climbing down into one of the huts. Mother, tell him that he should be careful: he doesn't want to fall into a boiling pot of pap.
Ahh, he is on the ground mother, and he is looking around. There is a tree in one corner of the hut; I have never seen that kind before it before. Is it a sick baobab, mother? It glows and there is this funny shaped thing on the top of it. Is this the burning bush, mother?
And the fat man, mother. He is kneeling down and placing something underneath the tree. You should see this mother, the whole tree, is littered with these things, -all different sizes, shapes and colours. But i am confused, mother....one of these things is dark, the same colour as that thing that aunty stepped on when she was washing by the stream. We both saw her fly and and break up into bright red chunks. And I saw you cover your face, and you slung me across your back and quickly collected our clothes. And then we left. And then aunty splashed into the stream, just as we were leaving and she disappeared without saying a word. Maybe she hates goodbyes. But I think she grew a tail and is living with the fishes now. I like fishes. Mother....why don't we wash in that stream anymore?
The man mother, is climbing into another hut and he is placing the same things under a different glowing tree. Who is he, mother and what's in the box?
Mother, please say something. I am awake now.
I'm tired and hungry...and your bosom is all dried up. My mind is weak and every time I begin to drift off, i see this fat man and his big dog with the bloody nose.Is he real mother and if he is will he be coming to our hut?
Mother, Please say something.
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Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2009-02-07 15:23:18 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
really?
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2008-12-15 23:31:49 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2008-12-15 21:56:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
damn you and your posts that pull on my heart strings.
merry christmas to ALL indeed. :-(
Submitted by Fungah (user info) at 2008-12-15 21:32:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked this.
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2008-12-15 21:29:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2008-12-15 21:20:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
The man mother, is climbing into another hut and he is placing the same things under a different glowing tree. Who is he, mother and what's in the box?
Is where i would have ended it.
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Which is why he rates a 1.06 and you a -0.05. Dumbass.
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2008-12-15 21:20:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
The man mother, is climbing into another hut and he is placing the same things under a different glowing tree. Who is he, mother and what's in the box?
Is where i would have ended it.