We sweat like slaves chained in the hold of a ship,
eyeballing the clock for the same even number,
panting for recess, as the seconds crept by.
Until we were certain, we would die there,
till the long morning was over, and we heard the sweet bell of freedom.
Chairs scraped, and desks slid, the exit plan established as
we blasted through our lunches and then outside,
to 45’s playing on portable battery operated players to John, Paul, George, and Ringo,
the latest band on the top 10 hit list.
Our ponytails sailed,
hips swerved, and arms swung
to the Jerk, the Pony and the Swim.
We rocked to a revolution
in an age oozing mini-skirts, fishnets and patched hip-hugging jeans decorated with flower power;
the temperatures rising,
scoring cool boyfriends,
dizzy from our heat.
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Cornelia DeDona
Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant, Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters Member-At-Large of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii for thirty-six years. She makes her home in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York.
Her poems and photography are published in print, online and Rain Bird, a literary and art journal of the University of Hawaii's Windward Community College (2008-2013).
In 2013, Cornelia received Rain Bird's Kolokolea Poetry Prize for her poem, "Speaking French."
In October 2015 her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American Pen Women’s Vinnie Ream contest was awarded the 3rd place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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