This is a story about a pregnant 17-year old who was raped by her cousin. In her family there is a story that her family has told all the little kids. Now, after 17 years, she's discovering many things about herself, her family's past, and her true, chosen destiny.
After I found out one of my friends boyfriends was beating her, and after I took it into my own hands with a baseball bat,- (at the time I had problems with controling my anger) - I wrote this. If this is offensive, I am sorry but when I am angry this is what comes out of me.
Oh and I better say...
I had to do an assignment for school that was basically to create a philosphy describing what is beautiful. How the project was done was completely up to the student. I had a visual section, but being a rather analytical person, I also wrote out an accompaniment to my project. Here it is.
This poem is about how the centralised beurocracy of the education system in the UK, stunts teachers in their freedom to be creative and inspiring when teaching children. In the UK this has the effect of alienating people from the education system, as they cannot see how they connect to what they...
| Updated Mar 1, 2009
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I have written a few things like this I am unsure if I should post them on here, I worn you I write stuff like this when I am angry, and I mean really angry, only read this if you can handle it. When I write like this I can get really intense. This one is the tamest of them. I