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Samantha Thornhill

Featured Poem:

mylife.com

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I came to college and got turned out.
And people of generation seX know what I’m talking bout.
When I first moved out and into my email address
that’s when I became technologically promiscuous.
I was scandalous.
I started meeting guys in back rooms, Yahoo chat rooms.
Having cyber sex with men on the first conversation.
Sexin’ them up in virtual coffee shops and College Clubs
and never seeing them again.
I had one chat stands
till 5:00 in the morning on Black Planets.
I had buddy lists full of chat dicks
I started buying Chap Stick from Internet pharmacies.
My closest friends were alarmed at me
because I was a hot girl sending Hotmail and being trife
doing things I would never do in real life.
I used to type 60 Jezebellian words per minute
to 2 and 3 men at a time.
Dropping my panties at the drop of a dime.

But then, I started getting viruses
from cyber ejaculations aka attachments.
My P.C. contracted STD’s
so I refused to even let at an erection
into my inbox
without getting some protection.
Because I was meeting dudes from 16 to 60 years old
from Macaulay Culkin to Geraldo
from Colorado to Sexico
I stopped buying rubbers from Texaco
and started buying them online.
I even stopped coming to class on time
b/c I met a man who sounded fine—
he had black hair, dimples, and chocolate eyes
his name was Pecan Pie and was 6’5”
or at least that’s what it said on his profile.

Sooner or later, Pecan Pie stopped being Real Player
and became my #1 e-mailer.
When he became my boyfriend.
I gave up my toyfriends
and enrolled in Internet classes.
Never in all my Google eyed fantasies
did I imagine a love like this.
I wanted Pecan Pie to be the father of my kids.
One night we eloped on AOL and was married
went on a chat room honeymoon in Paris.
We consummated our marriage in the Amazon with Monsters.com
b/c when we were dating, we were on good behavior.
We cruised around the World Wide Web on Netscape’s Navigator
and whenever we felt lost and there was anything we needed
we were told to go Ask Jeeves
and would you believe that Pecan Pie was ready for me
to be the mother of his baby so soon?
We consulted a doctor in a chat room
and to our surprise we could choose the color of our baby’s eyes,
hair texture, sex, and height.
By the next night much to our Excite
we were at Adobe Photoshop getting a sonogram
b/c it was the baby’s first bi-mester.
My friends thought I was crazy
b/c I was married with fetus in one semester.

And then something bad happened.
The next day my baby arrived
and I tried to open its attachment
and my computer crashed.
The technician said this virus was deadly
my P.C had contracted HIV
from the night Pecan and I were married
and I didn’t even know it
my computer never showed it.
Pecan Pie I trusted
I didn’t care that he wasn’t tested
or that we weren’t protected.
But he was messing around on me
opening other women’s attachments
putting my PC and our baby at risk.

And now my baby was dead.
It took me a few minutes to clear my head but then
I used the computer of a friend
and Pecan said he wanted to make amends,
try for another baby, go to online counseling
but instead I downloaded divorce papers in his memory
and didn’t care if he signed them.
B/c I signed out and started to live my life again.

Samantha Thornhill

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Biography

Samantha Thornhill travels the globe performing poetry, delivering lectures, and facilitating writing workshops. Both a poet and published author, Samantha is a rising voice in the world of words. Her performance poem, Little Odetta, inspired by the late folk legend, is forthcoming from Scholastic Press in the form of a picture book. Also, her young adult novel Seventeen Seasons is soon to be published by Penguin Books.

Samantha earned her Master of Fine Arts in poetry from the University of Virginia while coaching the VA slam team. A sought-after educator, Samantha believes that inside each person exists a lover of words.

In New York City she fulfills her position as poetry professor at the Juilliard School. She also serves as writer in residence at the Bronx Academy of Letters where she teaches creative writing and journalism courses to middle and high school youth.

She presents her work in schools, universities, festivals, conferences, museums, places of worship, and poetry venues.

Raw and refined, diverse in subject matter and style, Samantha relates to a wide spectrum of audiences.

She is a native of Trinidad & Tobago.

Samantha Thornhill

Samantha Thornhill
Samantha Thornhill

Biography

Samantha Thornhill travels the globe performing poetry, delivering lectures, and facilitating writing workshops. Both a poet and published author, Samantha is a rising voice in the world of words. Her performance poem, Little Odetta, inspired by the late folk legend, is forthcoming from Scholastic Press in the form of a picture book. Also, her young adult novel Seventeen Seasons is soon to be published by Penguin Books.

Samantha earned her Master of Fine Arts in poetry from the University of Virginia while coaching the VA slam team. A sought-after educator, Samantha believes that inside each person exists a lover of words.

In New York City she fulfills her position as poetry professor at the Juilliard School. She also serves as writer in residence at the Bronx Academy of Letters where she teaches creative writing and journalism courses to middle and high school youth.

She presents her work in schools, universities, festivals, conferences, museums, places of worship, and poetry venues.

Raw and refined, diverse in subject matter and style, Samantha relates to a wide spectrum of audiences.

She is a native of Trinidad & Tobago.

Featured Poem:

mylife.com

Enlarge poem

I came to college and got turned out.
And people of generation seX know what I’m talking bout.
When I first moved out and into my email address
that’s when I became technologically promiscuous.
I was scandalous.
I started meeting guys in back rooms, Yahoo chat rooms.
Having cyber sex with men on the first conversation.
Sexin’ them up in virtual coffee shops and College Clubs
and never seeing them again.
I had one chat stands
till 5:00 in the morning on Black Planets.
I had buddy lists full of chat dicks
I started buying Chap Stick from Internet pharmacies.
My closest friends were alarmed at me
because I was a hot girl sending Hotmail and being trife
doing things I would never do in real life.
I used to type 60 Jezebellian words per minute
to 2 and 3 men at a time.
Dropping my panties at the drop of a dime.

But then, I started getting viruses
from cyber ejaculations aka attachments.
My P.C. contracted STD’s
so I refused to even let at an erection
into my inbox
without getting some protection.
Because I was meeting dudes from 16 to 60 years old
from Macaulay Culkin to Geraldo
from Colorado to Sexico
I stopped buying rubbers from Texaco
and started buying them online.
I even stopped coming to class on time
b/c I met a man who sounded fine—
he had black hair, dimples, and chocolate eyes
his name was Pecan Pie and was 6’5”
or at least that’s what it said on his profile.

Sooner or later, Pecan Pie stopped being Real Player
and became my #1 e-mailer.
When he became my boyfriend.
I gave up my toyfriends
and enrolled in Internet classes.
Never in all my Google eyed fantasies
did I imagine a love like this.
I wanted Pecan Pie to be the father of my kids.
One night we eloped on AOL and was married
went on a chat room honeymoon in Paris.
We consummated our marriage in the Amazon with Monsters.com
b/c when we were dating, we were on good behavior.
We cruised around the World Wide Web on Netscape’s Navigator
and whenever we felt lost and there was anything we needed
we were told to go Ask Jeeves
and would you believe that Pecan Pie was ready for me
to be the mother of his baby so soon?
We consulted a doctor in a chat room
and to our surprise we could choose the color of our baby’s eyes,
hair texture, sex, and height.
By the next night much to our Excite
we were at Adobe Photoshop getting a sonogram
b/c it was the baby’s first bi-mester.
My friends thought I was crazy
b/c I was married with fetus in one semester.

And then something bad happened.
The next day my baby arrived
and I tried to open its attachment
and my computer crashed.
The technician said this virus was deadly
my P.C had contracted HIV
from the night Pecan and I were married
and I didn’t even know it
my computer never showed it.
Pecan Pie I trusted
I didn’t care that he wasn’t tested
or that we weren’t protected.
But he was messing around on me
opening other women’s attachments
putting my PC and our baby at risk.

And now my baby was dead.
It took me a few minutes to clear my head but then
I used the computer of a friend
and Pecan said he wanted to make amends,
try for another baby, go to online counseling
but instead I downloaded divorce papers in his memory
and didn’t care if he signed them.
B/c I signed out and started to live my life again.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (1)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (1)
  • Reflection (3)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (5)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (1)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (1)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

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