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 Category:  General Poetry
  Posted: July 13, 2020      Views: 85

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 JANUARY L'ANGELLE 
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JANUARY L'ANGELLE 

I am a graduate of Cal State University Northridge with a degree in Cinema and TV Arts/ Multimedia. I write in all genres. I have been a lyricist for International Blues artists as well as written jingles for brand name products. My passion is poetry - more...

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For a Latchkey Kid, getting lost... just part of the journey
"Latchkey Kid" by January L'Angelle
I ran the streets, latchkey kid,
my mom and dad, worked so hard.
Played a game I ran and hid,
strayed far away from the yard.
 
Further and further I went,
down and around the block.
So much time was being spent,
I forgot to watch the clock.
 
Darkness fell and I was lost,
couldn’t find my way back home.
Confused at the streets I crossed,
afraid I’d be doomed to roam.
 
“Don’t panic,” I kept saying,
be smart, follow the landmarks.
The sky continued graying,
from nowhere, my young mind sparks.
 
I walked past the running track,
the deli and the subway.
I saw them and I turned back,
on my way home I did pray.
 
“Lord don’t let me feel the pain,
when I walk right through that door,
of my folks complete disdain.
I’m up a creek with no oar”

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Write a rhyming poem about your childhood. It can be good or bad, happy or sad.

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1974, as a Latchkey Kid was always an adventure. A group of us would hang out after school or during the summer and create our own world of fun. On this particular day of hide and seek, I got a little carried away with my version of "hide" and went a bit off the rails. My biggest concern: Not making it home in time for dinner, when the street light came on. All in all, it was a terrific childhood experience. Times were different then!
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