Jeremy D. Wells

Rookie (1975 / Portsmouth, Ohio)

Heather Was Just A Girl - Poem by Jeremy D. Wells

Heather was just a girl
Just a little eastern Kentucky girl
A little hillbilly girl
Little half naked hillbilly Heather
Mom has pictures of us playing together on the riverbank as toddlers
Back before we knew the water was polluted, before the fish started dying off and finding a needle on the bank would have been a rare thing
We used to play, me and my cousin Heather
Back when we were young, and innocent.
Then things happened like things always do
Heather’s mommy left, and then my mommy left my daddy too
And
I only saw Heather on the weekends, when I visited my daddy, and only because she stayed with my Nanny, a lot
See Heather’s mommy wasn’t around, and her daddy was always working
And Heather had a hole
A hole she tried to fill with pastry and cookies, with hot dogs and cakes, and, really, she wasn’t probably too much different from other girls, except that junk food was more readily available than home cooked meals, but
You better believe Heather still hurt when hateful words about her weight came her way
Heather was just a girl
Just a little hillbilly girl,
Little Hillbilly Heather, my cousin
We grew up together on weekends
Shared our first beers together at Legion Hall dances
Drank shine, age 11, out of an old canteen
I fell for one of her friends at 13, and I had a crush, but they had reputations
And Heather was a whore, they’d say
Because she was so lonely for love she would believe any boy who whispered the words
Because Heather still had a hole to fill
And for every boy she kissed,12 lied about “this one night”
When old Head Job Heather was drunk,
And things just went right
For everybody but that little Hillbilly girl
Crying and confused on the floor the night she first thought all her dreams had come true
A hoodlum husband later and Heather had a habit
And sure Heather’d hook if that’s what it took to have it
Now Heather has Hep
And a hole in her arm, from an infection where that last syringe just wasn’t clean
And in her tit from where she couldn’t stop shooting, even though the arm was infected
Heather has holes she keeps trying to fill
And none of us know how to help her
But I still remember, when Heather was a little hillbilly girl
A little half-naked hillbilly girl
In the sand, on the river,
Before we knew it was bad for us.

© 2006


Comments about Heather Was Just A Girl by Jeremy D. Wells

  • Veteran Poet - 1,539 Points Marieta Maglas (6/12/2009 2:45:00 PM)

    ''When old Head Job Heather was drunk,
    And things just went right
    For everybody but that little Hillbilly girl
    Crying and confused on the floor the night she first thought all her dreams had come true''
    the illusion of appearance..nice write..10++ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 12, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, June 12, 2009


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