Oldham County Kentucky

                                                                                                             Planted,
Her legs never work.
                                                                                                              Rolling,
Her mind is never still.
So in this state of perpendicular feelings
She begins to wonder how she has gotten here.

Her actions are...
                                               none
but her thoughts are
                                                                                  unmatched.


Often times she feels as if she is at the top
                                 only to find that she is trapped
The descent down to reality is more of a
                                                                 Reluctant
                                                                                  drag

She holds some beauty,
hidden in the silence

                                                                                                      can she be found?
Most likely she can not


she watches the fake smiles                                                                
and she watches the fake hand shakes                                       
                                                                                                                ?fake be she does how but






Her worst enemy is the opposite

              This girl,

is gorgeous.
Perfect teeth which compliment her bright blue eyes
                                                                                 But lying beneath, her angel has died.
Replaced by a demon
instilled from birth.

Proud of her money
and disgusted by her surrounding
                                                                                                                        *peasants*
poor neighbors





You see these 2 girls clash but
                                                  girl one doesn't understand WHY
                                                                                                      

she is okay though,
she can see the way people look in her eyes
                                                                           and she knows that they know she "knows"
and they can not do anything about it.
                                                                                  
            

                Oldham County is a very two sided county. In some areas the land is bare and is filled with disgusting, poorly kept farms. In other areas, the land is filled with million dollar houses and the roads are filled with Nissan GTRs and Audis. For the most part, everyone gets along regardless of economic status. My county is a pretty generic, low crime, good-to-raise your kid in county so I decided to focus on the rare, more dramatic aspects. There are certain groups of people that are considered to separate solely because of the socio economic statuses they wear. I am not sure if the poorer people are mad at the more wealthy people because they do not have as much money, or if the rich people are mad at the poor people because they just realized that money cannot buy happiness. Maybe both. Regardless of the reasoning behind the distinction, it was silly and unnecessary. I was lucky enough to be friends with everyone but close enough to hear about all of the drama. My friends on the poorer side of the county always had a unique type of intelligence that wasn’t always reflected in school work, as seen in girl one. My friends on the more wealthy side of the county drove nice cars and got great grades, as reflected in the second girl. (Keep in mind this is over dramatized). Sometimes I could see teachers automatically give the wealthy kids more praise for an act than would be given to an un wealthy kid. The poem is attempting to reflect my memories of certain people’s reaction to being ignored. I think that after a while of being ignored, a person will naturally become quiet. If this person becomes quiet, their intelligence is not lost, as reflected in the ending of the poem.