Poetry; The Disposable Woman

Sandy McCollum Writes Poetry for Fun

The author's husband is her photographer, and she's his writer.
The author's husband is her photographer, and she's his writer. | Source

Born to a middle-class family in the 'burbs

The disposable woman began

As a disposable child of a clan

She was not like the others

But looked like her mother

A disposable Raggedy Ann

They treated her with aggravation

Causing her awful frustration

She daydreamed all day

About moving away

To the other side of the nation

When grown she left to build

A life where her dreams fulfilled

Instead she was young

Unprepared and dumb

And she didn’t know how to pay bills

Then homeless and completely alone

Was chewed up, spat out and laid prone

On the street where the price is

Just another crisis

She blended right in with the stones

She depended on those who would give

Food and shelter to help others live

Nobody to love her

Indifference her cover

Little money for things that she did

Then one day she went to a doc

“If you’re using drugs, you should stop.”

Accidentally pregnant

Profound and significant

Her mouth suddenly dry as chalk

She never thought it could happen

That her life would take this action

This happy development

Was total envelopment

Someone would love her with passion

She got a job and worked through

Paid her own medical, too

While she hoped for a man

To give her a hand

With the duties and financial poo

She kissed a boat-load of frogs

Some while actually sitting on logs

Most didn’t like her,

Or they didn’t psyche her

And some beat on her like a dog

Nearing thirty made her think

Threw birth control under the sink

Thinking that maybe

She wants a second baby

She went out looking for Big Pink

No longer did she need a man

She made do however she can

She tried to eat right

Others saw her plight

And provided by helping her plan

Now with a girl and a boy

She’s filled with profound love and joy

Her friends rallied round

True friends, she’d found

And all gave clothing and toys

Now she needed a car

But had no idea how to barter

Her friends all pitched in

And with all a-grin

They presented her a car for a starter

From there she held down two jobs

And struggled to hide sobs

She was tired as hell

But she’d never tell

And serve catfish and say it was cod

The kids grew up strong and healthy

And successful; they’re pleasingly wealthy

They got married, had kids

With lives she never lived

Until now that she’s old and crafty

They pay her expenses and bills

Minimal as the amounts in her will

She loved her kids dearly

Provided them merely

But died richer than those on Snob Hill.

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agaglia 4 years ago

Sounds like a life story. Nice.

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SandyMcCollum 4 years ago Author

Thank you, everyone!

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donnaisabella 4 years ago from Fort Myers

Oh Sandy, this is so touching. I loved reading this poem so much. That one can tell a whole life story in verses this short is astounding. But thanks a lot for your simple, convincing and beautiful style, it is amazing. Very inspiring story. I guess it is a true story, in which case, it is phenomenal.

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Rusti Mccollum 4 years ago from Lake Oswego, Oregon

Very well written Sandy. beautiful.

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SandyMcCollum 4 years ago Author

Thank you very much Ananceleste and Capedium! You just gave me what I do it for. :)

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ananceleste 4 years ago from California

Superb! magical and inspiring. Voted up!

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Capedium 4 years ago from Texas.

You write poetry for fun.. But this was inspiring and captivating.. Beautiful and interesting.. The disposable woman is a strong woman!

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