Dorinda D.

Dorinda D.
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I teach writing at several universities. My two daughters are seven and 18. I adore my children, have trouble raising them, and you will read more about them than you care to. I am a professional cancer survivor. There is a lot more that I don't know than I do know.

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Salon.com
NOVEMBER 10, 2011 10:24AM

Why Penn State is Not a Surprise: Bad Poetry Alert

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After 30 years of intimacy

not always

but often enough

late at night

in the dark

during the after talk

they tell me.

 

"My uncle"

"My cousin"

"My coach"

"My frat big brother"

"My sister’s boyfriend"

 

Always someone they knew.

Forget stranger danger.

 

Then their voices change

in the dark

and they are boys again.

 

"I was 10."

"I was 8."

"I was 14."

"I was 12."

 

“And he told me never to tell.”

 

That is not when they cry.

Only at this …

 

"They already knew and nobody helped me."

 

 

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OMG. This is so pain filled. I think of these children and where was the outrage. Now rioting and doing damage because an old man coach was fired. An old man who should have done something, who should have cared more, who knew better. Who in the hell was he protecting? Who were they all protecting? Certainly not children. Not the children.
yes - discovering that you were not the first or last to be attacked makes it much more difficult - in some cases impossible - to get back to a functioning state.
"They already knew and nobody helped me."

This says it all.
And that's why Joe Paterno just lost his job.
I'm not that good a judge, but I wouldn't deprecate your skills over this one.
Poetry is always the best expression of tragedy. As I wrote in my post on this scandal, The Lion in Winter, we will never know how many more victims will choose to carry their burden silently rather than speak out now that this horror has been exposed.
very sad and true. maybe this situation will change things.
Wow - very powerful. Nothing else to say. R
Cuts right to the heart of the matter - well done.
Sorry, this is too good to qualify as bad poetry.

Bad poetry is a gift from above, which angels squirt down when they run out of love.

r