There was a young girl and she was from
A beautiful little town
And then it occurred to her as she stirred
That this place was now dragging her down.
When little, there was so much
That made her laugh and play
Then as she grew she realized too
How she didn’t want to stay.
The frozen lake, the grand canal
The endless big green lawns
The after-schools, the long carpools
With the sports team we played on.
It all looked great upon first glance
Those houses so lovely and huge
But keep your word in this suburb
That there’s nothing wrong with you.
If you have an drinking problem
Or an affair you want to keep quiet
Can’t pay your bills? Your son’s on pills?
Those things you’ll want to stay silent
Everything here is about the address
And the utter prestige of your zip code
Because in this place it’s an utter disgrace
For your weaknesses to be shown.
Oh if only! I could embrace the sweet warm days
I remember from most of my child-hood
Ignorant of the class warfare that was cast
In my beloved, my flawed neigbor-hood.
photo from Barbara Paulsen at tandemechoes.com.