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 Challenge: [Write a poem or short story with the opening line "It wasn't my fault!"] It's not my fault... i love you It's not my fault... i care It's not my fault... we're here It's not my fault... i swear fate played a roll in all that we've done it kept us together in what we'd become and though It's been hard at least a time or two our marriage was not easy but we did what we had to no It's not my fault... i love you and It's not my fault... i care oh It's not my fault... we're here no It's not my fault... i swear i never thought you'd be the one to break my heart in two to rip apart all we had just to please some urge in you a one night stand is all it is? it meant nothing to you? well honey it meant the world to me if only you knew... It's not my fault... i love you It's not my fault... i swear It's not my fault... It's over It's not my fault... you don't care heart broken and alone i know i'll make it through i know i can do it with or without you i'm packin' up and leavin' never to return maybe this is one lesson you'll make yourself learn It's not my fault... you're lonely now that i am gone and It's not my fault... you're sad now that i've moved on It's not my fault... you cry late at night in bed It's not my fault... you wish you'd stayed with me instead close your eyes and dream of what you have lost then remember what i told you It's not my fault... the cost written by: Litha Sonner in October of 2005 It wasn't my fault! What you thought of me. It wasn't my fault! What you said to me It wasn't my fault! What it did to me It wasn't my fault! How it changed me. But it is my fault! If I let it continue. It is my fault! If I let it go on It is my fault! If the poison… Continues, To trickle through me. Killing my future. Like you killed My past. © Kimberly C. Beach October 2005 Ok, admittedly I should have listened to Mammie when she told me to not tell people our business at home and to keep our mouths shut. But sheesh, how was I to know it would get me into trouble? Mr. Snoggrass comes over every Sunday night for what Mammie calls their 'night caps'. He says Mammie makes the best moonshine in the county and he should know, he IS the Chief of Police. Every Sunday after dinner, he comes over and he and Mammie drink moonshine and smoke her homemade ciggarettes she makes from the plants she grows out back near the edge of the woods. I like it then, the smell of the ciggarettes are different then the ones she smokes during the week, and Mammie laughs a lot on Sunday nights and is more fun. She even lets me have icecream after 8 pm, and Sunday is a school night! But when Mr. Radcliff knocked on the kitchen door and I answered it, he is the Mayor of this town and when he asked if Mr. Snoggrass was here, I said yes. I know Mammie told me not to let no one in when Mr. Snoggrass was here, but come on, its the Mayor, who says no to the Mayor? So I let him in, and took him down to the family room in the basement. There was nothing but total silence at first. Then the Mayor said somethign really loud and I ran back up the stairs and hid under the blankets in my bedroom. He came upstairs later and asked me if Mr. Snoggrass and Mammie did this EVery Sunday night, and I said yes, and he asked me where Mammie got the stuff htey smoked and so I took him out back and showed him. Now Mammie is mad at me. It's not my fault the Mayor doesnt like cigarettes. © Willow It wasn't my fault that I spent almost 6 months refusing to drink any milk or eat anything I was told milk was in. See I was raised on the side of a mountain up a holler. I lived with Mammie and Granddaddy, and behind the house Granddaddy had what was called a cat house. It was called a cat house because a gray cat kept having litter after litter of kittens in it. Granddaddy spent a lot of time in there. He kept his tools there but I was told to always stay out and never go in, but when does an 8 year old listen? Granddaddy had magazines with lots of pictures in it. Pictures of naked people in it. I thought I finally learned where milk came from. It came from a mans pee pee. That evening when Mammie put a glass of milk at my plate I just could not drink it. I knew somehow Mammie got it from Granddads pee pee and I did not want anything to do with it! Mammie kept asking me why I would not drink my milk, and I could not tell her because she told me if I ever went in the cat house she would switch me but good! Then one day Granddaddy and Mammie had a family evening, and that meant homemade ice cream. We had peach icecream, and I saw Grandaddy putting milk in the big wooden tub thing he made ice cream in. I couldnt stop crying. I wanted ice cream so bad, and peach icecream was one of my favorites. Mammie even was making peach coblers to go with it. Finally my Aunt pulled me aside and asked me why I was crying and she never said she would switch me for going in the cat house so I told her why I would not drink milk ever again! I even asked her if they got the milk from Granddaddy or one of my cousins or my Uncles. My aunt sort of looked funny. She put one hand on her stomach and the other over her mouth, then turned and ran into the kitchen. About five minutes later I hear all my aunts laughing, and Mammie screaching out Grandaddies name really long and loud. It was a strange night. My Aunts and Uncles kept laughing when they saw me, Granddaddy was avoiding me and Mammie and Mammie looked like she was sucking on sour lemons all day. The ice cream never got made, but the peach cobler was delicious! © Willow Return to the Writing Challenges Main Page The entire contents of this site is copyrighted. 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