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DU-WOP BOYS by Billye Okera Tuesday, July 24, 2012 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan I sat and listen to four 14-year old girls talk very glibly about recent abortions as i there was really nothing to it. I felt horrified, and sad, and troubled.
Du-wop boys sit on the stoop While booty-short girls speak of stone-cold souls They’ve sent to cisterns. Neither winking nor thinking That years to come they will wear a lowered brow Beating their chests in sack-cloths of regret. But, the du-wop boys will go on singing their dittys Sitting pretty on a South-East DC street Repeating the names of babies flushed away While they were playing...men.
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Reviewed by J. Joy Matthews Alford - Sistah Joy	7/25/2012

Perhaps your words posted here will find their way to the eye or ear of at least one 13 or 14-year-old, who will, in turn, break the cycle that leads to such heartbreak. Blessings to you Billye.




Reviewed by Sandy Hoynacki	7/24/2012

You have well depicted a sad state of living..Or calling it living.. Much depth in this one.... Sandy