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Chicken Soup for the Teen Soul Book - Real-Life Stories by Real Teens

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The Jesus Christ Law

Jennifer M., Normal, IL

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     Momma’s lies strut
click-click-click
like black high-heel shoes.
And you can tell
she’s made up her mind
once and for all.
Superman style.
Daddy says she’s brittle
like New York City
Tucked
away under the first of December.
Let her be.
Let Momma be.
’cause Momma’s
got ghosts
Snippin’ at her words!
Eyes gray as the Titanic child
sunk in the
Atlantic’s abyss.
God never lies
and Momma lives under
The Jesus Christ
Law.
She’s moppin’ up
penniless bridges,
Stuck
in 5th Avenue’s quicksand.
Daddy’s dropping the
car keys off
with those
black and white piano keys
tap dancing
along hobo’s street.
Meet his
mustache
in a grimace.
sizzle under the icy sand.
Momma’s sinking
without
Daddy’s car keys.
She’s bowling a
one-way ticket
to Alice and Wonderland city.
Strut in those high-heel shoes.
Daddy’s not going
anywhere.


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