I spent most of my childhood and adolescence in rural Northwestern Louisiana, where in many ways it could still have been 1959. There was so much hate in the culture, so much awkwardness, and so many lies. This whole poem really echoes my experience. These lines in particular spoke to me
Do you have any idea how gross it feels To have to hide inside the piles of lies it takes to make you, Sweet Angel, Comfortable?
I remember so well the lies I told to make other people comfortable. I left Louisiana just after I finished my undergraduate degree. I did my best to leave the lies behind as well. Thank you for sharing this evocative poem.
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Date: 2012-06-25 06:44 pm (UTC)I remember so well the lies I told to make other people comfortable. I left Louisiana just after I finished my undergraduate degree. I did my best to leave the lies behind as well. Thank you for sharing this evocative poem.