Interpretation
It's funny how different people interpret things. My sister interpreted this poem in a totally different way than I do.
No home to man should smell like a zoo
The heat burns the desperation and the dirt
A land lush by day, fruitful and ocean filled air
A land engaging by night, pitch and promising
Dirt roads, dirt sidewalks, dirt lawns
Windowless houses made of brick
Painted pink and sky blue, yellow and green
Dead pigs on a cloth on the dirt road
Always hands reaching out to grab
Reaching out, empty, wanting to be filled
“Hey lady, you give me mah-nee”
And then “Hey bitch, you give me mah-nee”
This is what they learned
They give humility
They give their pride
They give their lives.
No home to man should smell like a zoo
The heat burns the desperation and the dirt
A land lush by day, fruitful and ocean filled air
A land engaging by night, pitch and promising
Dirt roads, dirt sidewalks, dirt lawns
Windowless houses made of brick
Painted pink and sky blue, yellow and green
Dead pigs on a cloth on the dirt road
Always hands reaching out to grab
Reaching out, empty, wanting to be filled
“Hey lady, you give me mah-nee”
And then “Hey bitch, you give me mah-nee”
This is what they learned
They give humility
They give their pride
They give their lives.
posted by Dixie @ 6:55 PM
2 Comments:
At 9:27 PM,
Anonymous said…
I see desperation in this scene. Very detailed.-Laurie
At 12:37 PM,
golfwidow said…
I'm not sure what you had in mind, but this is a topic that's been bugging me - I've noticed, lately, that the less people are entitled to things, the more they take and the more they insist they're entitled to. I'm sickened by it. Not by your poem, but by the people.
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