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A letter to my Grandpa: What are we really made of?
I am the oldest of 4 children. I grew up with babies and I always loved taking care of them. I grew up with baby animals, too. Babies and taking care of things has been a part of my life. I got pregnant halfway through my senior year of high school. This was a traumatic experience. There is so much dialogue about preventing teen pregnancy. My mom and step-dad had enforced the “wait until marriage” discourse my whole life. So, being 18, in high school and pregnant with a 17 year-old boy’s
My Raging Hard-on
Seeing as I sleep on my belly,
every morning, my body is uplifted
by the sheer strength of my
raging hard on.
By no means is this a
pleasant ecstatically erotic
feeling.
it can be painful at times, but
my morning wood everyday is a sign
--everything is
working!
I am alive.
My mortal heart
will continue to pump blood
another tedious day
and I love it.
What the day has in store for me
after I crawl out of bed
is a boat load of stress and drama, but
I shall persevere because
I am alive.
I will fight for one cause,
which is
my own.
I serve only one God,
who lives in my
soul.
I am not better than any
but I am unique.
I am soft and I am hard,
sensitive
and strong,
I am a being that is alive.
I can run and I can shout,
with a smile or frown, because
there is no one else
who can tell me no.
I will not live forever, but right now
I am alive and that is my
superpower.
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