That said, my kids are at home right now with my husband and I'm missing something important at my daughter's school which makes me feel sick inside. It's a lot of balance and a lot of really hard decision making.
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Sandra
(barry manilow / enoch anderson)
Shes a great little housewife
Though sometimes she talks like a fool
But she helps at the store in the holiday rush
And she picks up the kids after school
And she puts down the phone
When her husband comes home
And she changes from mother to wife
til she feels the words hanging between them
And she hangs by her words to her life
She says....
I swear I love my husband
I love my kids
I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadnt done it as soon as I did
Oh, there might have been time to be me for myself, for myself
So many things that she wishes
She dont even know what shes missing
And thats how she knows that she missed
Shes a sweetheart except when shes moody
Its hard to get through to her then
Depressed for a while when the youngest was born
Ah, but that happens now and again
Ah, she might take a drink with the housework
Or when michaels kept late at the shop
A martini or two before dinner
But she always knows when to stop
She says....
I swear I love my husband
And I love my kids
And, though I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadnt done it as soon as I did
Oh, there might have been time to be me for myself, for myself
So many things that she wishes
She dont even know what shes missing
And thats how she knows that she missed
Oh, they used to hold hands at the movies
Now its seldom, if ever, they go
Once you pay for the sitter, and parking the car
Theres no money left for the show
She was doing the dishes
When a glass fell and broke on the tile
And she cut her wrist, quite by mistake
It was real touch and go for a while
She says....
Oh god, I love my husband
And I love my kids
Well, I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadnt done it as soon as I did
Oh, there might have been time to be me for myself, for myself
So many things that she wishes
She dont even know what shes missing
And thats how she knows that she missed
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Burn The School Down
She said
I lost my best friend last week at school
He got shot
Someone thought that he was part of something that
He was not
Now I'm watching all the cheerleaders show just how sad they are
When my friend used to come 'round
They used to laugh and egg his car
Now I'm gonna do my part as a concerned citizen
I think we should burn the school down
And start again
Burn it
'Till there's nothing left
Burn it
Just like all the rest
Burn it
Clear up all this mess
Burn it down
Education for the nation
Kids retaliate on each station
Expectation, violation
Pressure increased in each generation
Burn the school down
Burn the school down
Burn the school down, she said
Burn the school down
Burn the school down
Burn the school down, start again
'Cause now what I want to know
Will the eyes inside the back of your mind let it go?
Now all I want to know
Will the eyes inside the back of your mind let it go?
She says
I want to feel more comfort in my own skin
But everyone around me makes me feel like
I'm worth less than them
Burn the school down
Burn the school down
Burn the school down, she said
Burn the school down
Burn the school down
Burn the school down, start again
Burn it
'Till there's nothing left
Burn it
Just like all the rest
Burn it
Clear up all this mess
Burn it down
'Cause now what I want to know
Will the eyes inside the back of your mind let it go?
Now all I want to know
Will the eyes inside the back of your mind let it go?
Now all I want to know
Will the eyes inside the back of your mind let it go?
Now all I want to know
Will the eyes inside the back of your mind let it go?
Burn the school down
Burn the school down
Burn the school down, right?
Burn the school down
Burn the school down
Burn the school down, right?
Burn the school down
Burn the school down
Burn the school down, right?
Burn the school down
Burn the school down
Burn the school down, right
Burn it
'Till there's nothing left
Burn it
Just like all the rest
Burn it
Clear up all this mess
Burn it down
'Cause now what I want to know
Will the eyes inside the back of your mind let it go?
Now all I want to know
Will the eyes inside the back of your mind let it go?
Now all I want to know
Will the eyes inside the back of your mind let it go?
Now all I want to know
Will the eyes inside the back of your mind let it go?
Now all I want to know
Now all I want to know
Now all I want to know
Now all I want to know
song performed by by Zebrahead
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Ignored
I sit away,
From everyone.
I avoid being partnered,
School makes it harder.
I just want to run away,
To get away,
From everything,
And everyone.
No one understands,
Why making friends,
Is hard for me.
Or why school is hard.
I don't understand,
The questions,
That are given,
To me to answer.
I don't understand,
Why the teachers,
Yell at me,
For not doing what is told.
I like to be silent,
Cause no one listens.
I don't have many friends,
And most of them left.
I feel like,
I'm the only one,
Who gets no help,
Or I only get in trouble.
I sit alone at lunch,
I eat alone at home,
I don't know anyone,
I am lonely.
If someone would listen,
I wouldn't get into trouble,
And I would feel better.
Please listen to me...
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Poem: 'Self-Abandonment
- 9. May.2006 -
The kids at school were mean to her
They called her nasty names
The kids at school abandoned her
Left her out of all their games
The kids at school hurt her badly
With each word that cruelly spoke
The kids at school were so unloving
As they slowly stole her hope
The kids at school were never kind
They put her through unspeakable hell
The kids at school gave up on her
So she gave up on herself…
poem by Rachel Ann Clark
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Hard As Love
Well I hear that you were looking out to hunt me down
And I guess you're used to having everything you want
But you know that love can be as hard as sticks and stones
I tell you nothing else can be as hard as love can
Well I hear you've got my number and you want my name
I'm a stream of noughts and crosses in your R.A.M
But you know that love can be as hard as algebra
Baby nothing else has ever been as hard as love
Hard as love
Well I hear that you were lookin out to take me home
And I hear that you can handle it and you're not scared
Have you heard about the pictures on my bedroom wall?...
Baby nothin else has ever been as hard as love
Well it makes you hungry and it makes you high
It makes you suffer and it makes you cry
But it's all worthwhile
It makes you humble and it makes you crawl
It makes you tremble and it makes you fall
But it's all worthwhile
It makes you desperate and it makes you dream
It makes you dangerous and it makes you scream
But it's all worthwhile
Just lie back and smile.......
(They will continue to love you
even though the rest of the world hates you...)
It makes you hungry and it makes you high
It makes you suffer and it makes you cry
It makes you panic and it makes you vain
It makes you primitive.....Sick inside
It makes you angry it makes you blind
It makes you guilty and it makes you lie
Tied up and beaten
Spat out and eaten
Suicidal
NOTHIN'S EVER BEEN AS HARD
Well I hear that you were looking out to change my faith
You can bash me with your book of words,
Hammer me down!
But you know that love can be as hard as six inch nails
Baby nothing else has ever been as hard as love
Hard as love
Hard as love
song performed by by Marillion
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So sick of it
I’m so sick of it
Making me feel like I’m sick
So sick of this
So sick of it all
When I finally got sick of it all
I just let it all out, I changed more and more
Explaining it and speaking my mind
Writing it all down on sheets of paper
Explaining why I’m so sick.
I’m so sick of it all
This world, Reality, all this bigotry
Can’t get enough of this
I can’t take it anymore I have to stand up
And fight against this sickness
Battling which is that repeating cycle
Battling Homophobia
I’ve done it so many times
It makes me wonder why I’m so sick
I’m so sick of it
Going threw the same f*cking thing.
Wanting more and more
Realizing it couldn’t ever be real it sadden me
I thought it over and over and then
That’s when I got sick of it.
Got me thinking me of it then reminding myself of reality.
It happened over and over that’s when I got sick.
Making me feel sicker.
Regretting all of the stupid thing I ignored
Remembering I gone threw the same thing before
Anticipating myself 0.99 seconds before the actual thought
I’m so sick of it, all the things that make me sick
All the things I fight against.
Im so sick of it…
poem by Marcellus Watts
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Summer Breeze
See the curtains hanging in the window
In the evening on a Friday night
A little light shining through the window
Lets me know that everything's alright
Summer breeze, well it makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through my, makes me feel it right
Making me feel, making me feel fine
Makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Oh sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom
July is dressed up and playing her tune
And when I come home from a hard day's work
And you're waiting there, yes you're waiting there
Without A care in the world
I see the smile awaiting in the kitchen
Food's cooking and a place there for two
I see the arms that reach out to hold me
In the evening when the day is through
Summer breeze, well it makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through my, making me feel right
Making me feel, making me feel fine
Makes me feel right
Blowing through the jasmine in my, blowing blowing(x5)
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
song performed by by Jason Mraz
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Fade To Black
FADE TO BLACK
You live your life day by day
You can't feel it's slipping away
It's like heaven where you never get bored
You self inflicted Rock'n roll whore
Can you feel it
Can you feel the clocks ticking away
The world doesn't change in a day
The world doesn't change it
The world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
the world doesn't change in a day
You've got a thousand wounds to heal
You gotta stop thinking nothing's for real
electric shock won't bring you back
You're fading baby
You fade to black
The world doesn't change in a day
The world doesn't change it
The world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
the world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you mean
to me
When you are the one inside
is it what you thought it'd be
I always knew you'd be a star
and now you are
song performed by by Zeromancer
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The Song Of The Dedicated Househelp
in London
and in Italy
the domestic
housekeeper
(euphemism
for Filipino maid)
sings
her song:
cleaning another
person's house
taking care of
another mother's kids
cooking for
the master
mopping their lawns
dusting their
carpets
wiping their
furniture
washing their
dirty clothes
all for the money
in her home country
her son has become
a drug addict,
her house sinks
in the water
there is no food in
the refrigerator
her husband is living
with another younger
woman
her papa is sick with
cancer
her mama is dead
she sends money
for the casket and
the wake
she prays some more
for her daughter
in school
in London
in Italy
she is not
a human being
in Hongkong
and in Singapore
some of them
become crazy
and kill their
master's kids
(who knows?)
the news headlines
says
Pinoy househelp
hangs herself
in the bathroom
another one jumps
from the 15th floor
crashing to the
ground
like a crushed
watermelon
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sandra
BY BARRY MANILOW AND ENOCH ANDERSON
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She's a great little housewife
Though sometimes she talks like a fool
But she helps at the store in the holiday rush
And she picks up the kids after school
And she puts down the phone when her husband comes home
And she changes from mother to wife
'Til she feels the words hanging between them
And she hangs by her words to her life
She says I swear I love my husband, I love my kids
I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did
Oh there might have been time to be me
For myself, for myself
There's so many things that she wishes
She don't even know what she's missin'
And that's how she knows that she missed
She's a sweetheart, except when she's moody
It's hard to get through to her then
Depressed for a while when the youngest was born
Oh but that happens now and again
She might take a drink with the housework
Or when Michael's kept late at the shop
A Martini or two before dinner
But she always knows when to stop
She says I swear I love my husband and I love my kids
You know I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did
Oh there might have been time to be me
For myself, for myself
There's so many things that she wishes
She don't even know what she's missin'
And that's how she knows that she missed
Oh they used to hold hands at the movies
Now it's seldom if ever they go
Once you've paid for the sitter and parkin' the car
There's no money left for the show
She was doing the dishes
When a glass fell and broke on the tile
And she cut her wrist (quite by mistake)
It was real touch and go for a while
She says Oh God I love my husband and I love my kids
You know I wanted to be like my, my mother
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did
Oh there might have been time to be me
For myself, for myself
There's so many things that she wishes
She don't even know what she's missin'
And that's how she knows that she missed
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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My Porch
It's a beautiful evening to sit outside
On the porch my husband built me
And watch the quiet, and just listen
to the birds sing.
It's so peaceful, no kids around
Just the neighbor mowing his lawn
But tomorrow's Monday and the
kids will be up at the crack of dawn.
Another week will begin
There will be school buses up and down the street
The kid's will come home hungry, as always
Looking for something to eat.
People will be coming home from work
Tired and drug out
They'll have dinner, watch the news
And go to bed early, no doubt.
Everyday will begin the same
Until the week-end's here
Then I will sit out on my porch again
With my husband near.
Dianna Nally
9/11/05
poem by Dianna Nally
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Homes Not a Home
Homes not a home without you
Homes not home without the ones you love
Homes not a home when one is missing
That missing one is the heart of the home
To to make the home a home again you go looking for them
in good weather or bad weather
You look all over town..
Screaming and shouting their name.
Making all kind of sounds
Hooting and a hollering.
and carring on.
just to make a point.
missing one, come home...
you are loved.
come home safe
return to us
a homes not a home with out you
you are unique
you are rare
Theres no one like you.
you, we can't replace..
come home come home
so home can be a home again.
Dedicated to carlos ortiz
poem by Krystal Vincent
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Finally
Finally daylight enters the room
Like a shy virgin
Undressing for the first time
And you are urged
To get out of bed
And begin the new day
But the bed is rather warm
And the outside air is cold
And so you lay awhile
And think of those cold mornings
You had to get from bed
And go get his breakfast
And get the kids up
And dressed
And breakfasted
And off to school
And still he’d lay there
Snoring and you bringing
His breakfast and saying
Here’s your breakfast
I’ll leave it on the side
And he’d turn over
And mumble sure ok
Now go leave me
In my quiet and peace
And keep those darn kids
From making so much noise
And off you’d go
Tip toeing from the room
And closing the door
With a nervous click
Not wanting to raise his anger
Or feel his fists
And hushing the kids
And making sure
They were ready for school
And trying not to think
On him lying there
As you began
The house chores
And now looking
At the window
Sensing the warmth
Of the bed
And the kids
Grown up and gone
And him rotting some place
Knifed by you
Some years back
Dead.
poem by Terry Collett
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Domestic Shades- 14
Fresh like the first ray
Freshened like the tickled lotus
She's in her school
Beguiled to feel joyfully secured
In the boat of same sailing kids..
They say freedom within limits..
My daughter says
'To learn to be obedient
To do all by themselves
To keep the shoes first thing in the stand'...
Back home
Happy birth day she sings
To everybody and Dhanam(maid)
Humming do..le...li...lo...le...
Hurling one shoe off there
Another one out through the window
Fifteen months old
My grand-daughter took me later
For a seminar class
To learn how to raise a baby
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Let's Go. Out.
Let's go out to the Melbourne show,
Said the kids to their mum, please let's go;
Then Mum says, and when shall we go there,
The kids just say as long as we go, we don't care.
They get ready, and go early that day,
Not caring how long, that they'll stay;
Soon they arrive, and go through the gate,
Maybey they'll leave when it's really late.
They see the rides, amusements too,
All sorts of drink, and junk food to chew;
They decide, to visit the side shows then,
Also the young scream, see the pigs in their pen.
Next; Mum decides her turn has come,
For the country women's cakes, would be fun;
All sorts or cakes, and art in glass around,
But please go quietly, Mum says not too much sound.
Now it's dad, he wants to go on a ride,
On the scenic train, with his kids at his side;
At the end of the rides, the kids feel sick,
Let's go get the showbags, and go home quick.
In the show bag pavilion, so many to buy,
Which ones shall we get, the little ones sigh;
Shall it be lollies or biscuits, and a toy show bag too,
Look, there's a great one,10 in one, is that true?
Just before they leave, to go home,
Mum says one is missing their on their own;
But soon they turn round, and there they are,
I only was wanting to go ride on that car.
Now time to go, we've all had so much fun,
Walking round the show, in the warm sun;
But now it's time to go home to bed,
Cause I've run out of money, the fun has come to an end.
poem by Margaret Haig
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My Son has taught me how much God loves me
When I look in Eljay’s eyes with love, it makes me remember how much love God has for me
The way my son gives me joy with his smile makes me know how much I cause a smile in the Father’s face
Or when I would play with my son, I want to make sure we bond
I know right there and then, God desires to bond with me as well
Or when I feed my son whenever he cries or when it is time makes me feel how much God anticipate my needs
Or how much my baby depends on me and my husband makes me feel how much God is dependable in every area of my life
Or when I feel how perfect my son is makes me remember how much God sees me as his perfect daughter simply because I am his own
poem by Claire Ann Pajo Sansolis
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A letter like a poem
Really I feel this is not a resignation
And some kind of a gratitude.
The destiny has forced us to leave Anaheim
And we have to reach Corona soon.
I am so sad to leave 'Montessori at Elm'.
Because it's my life school and I learned a lot
Mixing with dolls like kids.
I take this opportunity to thank you very much for your hospitality
Given to me in my hard times and I never forget that huge help.
Also I never forget the comfort I had under the shady trees at 'Elm'.
Please convey my loving regards to the kind staff
And specially for my loving precious kids and their parents too.
I end this brief letter with a tear dropp in my eye
And I am terribly sick these days.
I wish you all the best and a rapid progress to the school.
Thank you very much,
Yours very truly............................*
* My beloved spouse sketched this letter in our mother tongue
And she wants to dedicate this poem-letter to Ms.Cassendra.Wijewickrama
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Cut My Hair
Why should I care
Why should I care
If I have to cut my hair?
If I have to cut my hair?
Ive got to move with the fashions
Ive got to move with the fashions
Or be outcast.
Or be outcast.
I know I should fight
I know I should fight
But my old man hes really alright,
But my old man hes really alright,
And Im still living at home
And Im still living at home
Even though it wont last.
Even though it wont last.
Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents
Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents
Five inches long.
Five inches long.
Im out on the street again
Im out on the street again
And Im leaping along.
And Im leaping along.
Im dressed right for a beach fight,
Im dressed right for a beach fight,
But I just cant explain
But I just cant explain
Why that uncertain feeling is still
Why that uncertain feeling is still
Here in my brain.
Here in my brain.
The kids at school
The kids at school
Have parents that seem so cool.
Have parents that seem so cool.
And though I dont want to hurt them
And though I dont want to hurt them
Mine want me their way.
Mine want me their way.
I clean my room and my shoes
I clean my room and my shoes
But my mother found a box of blues,
But my mother found a box of blues,
And there doesnt seem much hope
And there doesnt seem much hope
Theyll let me stay.
Theyll let me stay.
Zoot suit, etc.
Zoot suit, etc.
Why do I have to be different to them?
Why do I have to be different to them?
Just to earn the respect of a dance hall friend,
Just to earn the respect of a dance hall friend,
We have the same old row, again and again.
We have the same old row, again and again.
Why do I have to move with a crowd
Why do I have to move with a crowd
Of kids that hardly notice Im around,
Of kids that hardly notice Im around,
I have to work myself to death just to fit in.
I have to work myself to death just to fit in.
Im coming down
Im coming down
Got home on the very first train from town.
Got home on the very first train from town.
My dad just left for work
My dad just left for work
He wasnt talking.
He wasnt talking.
Its all a game,
Its all a game,
cos inside Im just the same,
cos inside Im just the same,
My fried egg makes me sick
My fried egg makes me sick
First thing in the morning.
First thing in the morning.
song performed by by Who
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The Yellow School Bus
The yellow school bus with the black wheels took sick children to school each day.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels was driven whether or not the sky was gray.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels went pass three streets and up a hill.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels was driven whether sunny or chilled.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels always brought a smile to little kids face.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels was filled with love and filled with grace.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels kept breathing until that final breath.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels was painted red with blood and death.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels and the little sick children were all of friends.
But the now dead children will never take a ride in the yellow school bus again.
poem by RaShawn Ince
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The society grows sick
I lend not my hand
But spend to stand.
I mind bank balance
Not wife’s mind balance.
I caress not kids
But address for their comforts.
Each one earns to be big
And ends turning a pig.
The society is in isolation
And sick without consolations.
01.08.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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