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I was left waiting in the rafters watching the cheerleader’s pound their pom-poms as the loins of every male pounded with them along side of me. This lost southern girl in a misfit Midwest town.

I was left waiting on the sidelines of a loud dancing mass of renegade teenagers leaving behind their scholastic dreams of the evening in hopes of driving their wedges between the wedges of the other (soon to be drunken) companions. This lost southern girl in a misfit Midwest town.

I was left pregnant in the kitchen listening to the voices of those peers that were my friends as they exclaimed their one good fuck of the evening over a freshly made cup of coffee that I could still feel the sense that my hands created for their pleasure. This lost southern girl from a misfit Midwest town.

I was left strolling a baby down the isles of some odd shopping mall extravaganza in my blue jeans and over sized t-shirts of bands that I could never, or have never seen on stage before while watching and listening to the laughter and persistent giggles of girls my age as they received the flirtations of some college drop-out. This lost southern girl from a misfit Midwest town.

I was left watching the men flow to and from my life and my kitchen with their bellies fat and their loins greased with an over abundance of my sex and reason, listening to their sorry excuses for their one night rendezvous that just happened to be who was waiting for them in the car outside my colorful abode. This lost southern girl from a misfit Midwest town.

I was left waiting in the various homes that were not my homes striving to support an over eager achiever that was my son and myself in penniless jobs that I couldn’t even afford the insurance to take care of myself while watching every other person my age that stepped out of a picket fenced home get free rides through the degrees of money, jobs, and schools that I could never dream of. This lost southern girl from a misfit Midwest town.

I was left, as I always am left, waiting on the rafters, on the sidelines, in the kitchen, in the shops and vagrant windows. Left by all men of every shape and size for a more giggly loose female that came from a picket fenced home and got a free ride with money in her pocket and no child strapped to her heart. Me, the lost southern girl from a misfit Midwest town.

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I was left waiting in the rafters watching the cheerleader’s pound their pom-poms as the loins of every male pounded with them along side of me. This lost southern girl in a misfit Midwest town.

I was left waiting on the sidelines of a loud dancing mass of renegade teenagers leaving behind their scholastic dreams of the evening in hopes of driving their wedges between the wedges of the other (soon to be drunken) companions. This lost southern girl in a misfit Midwest town.

I was left pregnant in the kitchen listening to the voices of those peers that were my friends as they exclaimed their one good fuck of the evening over a freshly made cup of coffee that I could still feel the sense that my hands created for their pleasure. This lost southern girl from a misfit Midwest town.

I was left strolling a baby down the isles of some odd shopping mall extravaganza in my blue jeans and over sized t-shirts of bands that I could never, or have never seen on stage before while watching and listening to the laughter and persistent giggles of girls my age as they received the flirtations of some college drop-out. This lost southern girl from a misfit Midwest town.

I was left watching the men flow to and from my life and my kitchen with their bellies fat and their loins greased with an over abundance of my sex and reason, listening to their sorry excuses for their one night rendezvous that just happened to be who was waiting for them in the car outside my colorful abode. This lost southern girl from a misfit Midwest town.

I was left waiting in the various homes that were not my homes striving to support an over eager achiever that was my son and myself in penniless jobs that I couldn’t even afford the insurance to take care of myself while watching every other person my age that stepped out of a picket fenced home get free rides through the degrees of money, jobs, and schools that I could never dream of. This lost southern girl from a misfit Midwest town.

I was left, as I always am left, waiting on the rafters, on the sidelines, in the kitchen, in the shops and vagrant windows. Left by all men of every shape and size for a more giggly loose female that came from a picket fenced home and got a free ride with money in her pocket and no child strapped to her heart. Me, the lost southern girl from a misfit Midwest town.