All the lives you have wasted.
Just want my own time to do my own thing.
But here I am taking care of my parent’s things.
The children born of partying
This way of life will I get out or stuck?
Was I born too tight to it?
The children’s lives you have stole,
To parent’s life of free bas’n
Leave hope and dreams dark as coal.
No food or drink, no rent or toys
Terry Teach
English 102 Cline
A Poem “Winter’s Bone”
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Your poem really captures the essence of Ree's plight. She is in a tragic world of responsibility she didn't ask for. Think of what you were doing at 16, it wasn't looking for my dad that has been missing for a couple of weeks. I really liked the poem. It has a gritty quality, much like the book.
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