In the Nineties. #poetry
(c) Pamela Schloesser, 2019
It was the nineties,
I was young, and you were bold,
I just wanted to be told
How beautiful I was.
My brother skated, my mother worried,
And I tried not to seem so smart.
It was the nineties;
I just wanted to be cool
and I wanted to be pretty.
I married someone
who was the life of the party.
We were all about
Chinese takeout
and a thirteen inch t.v.
Californians were cooler than us
Moulder and Scully were
more interesting than us.
We’d finish our X-files and takeout
and sit on the back porch
watching for our own aliens.
I’d retreat to some Stephen King
you’d escape somewhere partying
with people cooler than I.
You’d always return,
whether I liked it or not;
I was home base.
Whether you walked straight or not
if you howled at the moon or not,
whether you were seeing two or three,
I was still home base.
Starting a family didn’t help.
Threatening to leave didn’t help.
It was the nineties and we were
just who we were.
But I didn’t like you interpreting
my place anymore.
It was nineteen ninety eight
and time to get things straight.
Growing up is important.
We do what we must do,
and it was time to acknowledge
that I couldn’t grow with you.
It was the late nineties
and I’d dashed your world,
split up our family, taken your son.
I was many horrible things
all rolled up into one.
But I walked on that broken glass
with a toddler in my hands
to freedom on the other side.
It was the nineties,
and then it no longer was.
A new millenium,
The crossing of a threshold.
I was thirty, and wise
but not at all old.
I look back, glad Iit’s in the past.
But still, I learn when I look back.
**The nineties were an important part of me, and such a very interesting decade on their own. This timeframe has shown up in my writing, particularly in the book, Detours in Time. You can find out about this book and series at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0711ZW6XF Thank you for stopping by, and I do hope you will return to my blog. I offer a little bit of everything here. Cheers!
