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Tijuana Mexico

Casualties of an enforced lifestyle shiver in the breeze Along the rugged roads of old dust and ditches that divide Rest a group of modest enclosures they call home Built out of left over wood and delivery slates in 90 degrees They seem content with their simplistic lifestyles and unsightly miles Water is delivered in worn out trucks and stored in their homes in discarded tanks There is no sewer system, very few working water systems are scattered Yet, if you were to pass through for a visit, the women would be cooking with smiles During the day, men are bused to work in factories and earn fifty dollars a week Few people have the resources to receive a doctor’s visit and medications “Anencephaly” a brain birth defect that their infants have, now significantly rise When it rains there the roads become virtually impassable and unusably bleak They are a hard working people with values and a drive to nurture their youth Bathing their children in the same lavadora they wash their dishes in Tijuana is among one of the poorest places in the world With these living conditions, it’s hard to turn your back from the truth

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 8/6/2009 3:54:00 PM
Excellent write Laura, it quite saddening when you seethe way some people live in this modern world, Mexico, South Africa to name two. The big conglomerates just get richer and the poor stay poorer or even worse. Tremendous input into this write>>James
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Date: 8/6/2009 8:58:00 AM
Awesome write here, Laura. Needs to be included in Sami Al-Khalili's contest ... it is surely a winner !! The Form here is Narrative (you've told an awesome story) so if you scroll down after the poem under "Form" you can enter that instead of "I don't know" ... smile ... sorry for all my school teacher suggestions ... I really do enjoy your writing very much!!
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Date: 8/1/2009 1:17:00 PM
The opening line of this is brilliant. I like the way that the poem operates as a portrait as well. There is an argument for this poem being a declared piece as there is no attempt by the writer to impose any believe or emotion. An excellent piece of poetry.
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Date: 8/1/2009 11:34:00 AM
Laura, you have a beautiful rhyme in the title of your story, "Tijuana Mexico" but the true picture you paint with your words are not, unfortunately. Good write, Moses
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Date: 8/1/2009 12:35:00 AM
Fine work Laura.Ver informative.Rgds Brian Thank you for your welcome comments today
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Date: 7/31/2009 4:36:00 PM
Bloody rediculous I know, well put though!!!
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Date: 7/31/2009 4:09:00 PM
Powerful message conveyed in a heartfelt way. Blessings to you for sharing this truth with us. Thank you for your kind words on my poem. Keep up the good writing. Have a good weekend. Karen
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Date: 7/31/2009 1:26:00 PM
Laura - What a deeply compassionate poem you have penned regarding a people that live in conditions most of us could never imagine - The illegal activities of my past led me to many dealings with people south of the border and actually into some trouble down in them parts - The people I dealt with were of a different sort than those you speak of who very quickly gained my admiration and respect - Wonderful poem about the strength and character these people have - God bless, MJ
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