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When you are forced to go through it alone ...

Submitted: April 04, 2017

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Submitted: April 04, 2017



"Daddy where's mommy?

I can't find mommy, where is she?"

"I don't know, go play, Hailie baby, your daddy's busy

Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gon write itself"

I give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself


-Eminem, “When I’m Gone”






When I was a kid

My mother would always

Tell me about her childhood


"When I was your age",

She'd tell me as she

Pushed me on the swing

"My mother wasn't around much.

She had two jobs,

She was in the house

Long enough to give me breakfast,

Pack me a lunch, and

Point me to where the dinner was

That I was to heat that evening."


"After school, before

I went home to clean the house,

I would stop by

The park and go on the swings.

You see, I didn't have any friends,

So I had to swing myself."


"I would hold on tightly

To the metal chains,

I'd quickly kick my little feet up,

And faster and more powerfully

Kick them back to get

Some momentum.

It took me a while,

But eventually, I was able to

Swing higher

Than the little girls

Who had their moms

Pushing them."


"By then, I preferred

To swing by myself."


I think about

That story now

After signing the

Divorce papers.

I'm sitting on the swings

With a dwindling

Savings account


Without a career

Kicking my feet forward

For the first time

And imagining

How a little girl did this



-- K.S. Fort



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