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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

My Choice






At 13, menses arrived



not my choice



I was surprised






At 13, cramping and blood



oh how I wished



to be a guy






At 13, emotions ran high



not in control



wondering why






3 births later



I had a choice



I gave birth



to my beautiful children






3 births later



never knowing



I had a choice



Yet to learn



someone wants to



take away



"my choice"



It was embedded into my brain



You get pregnant



You have a child



No choice






Today



I speak for a choice



circumstances



subscribed for the child



unborn






Personally



my children



couldn't imagine



life without them



I didn't know I ever had a choice



So naturally

You get pregnant



You have the child



Why must man



take upon



the responsibility



of what nature



has to say






Let nature


have its way


Individually


you have a choice
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