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An essay about my personal experiences with racism. The use of African American as a designator of race and not point of origin. The fact that we are essentially all Africans, having all originated from Africa. How we should abandon African American as a designation of race for Black people,...
A short letter I wrote to my Uncle Geoffrey A Fout owner of Keagan's in Virginia Beach, VA who molested me when I was 5 years old. You can contact him if you wish at Keaganâ€™s 1-757-228-1787 or at his other number 1-757-204-4948. His public address as found on the internet is 3176...
My personal story of my childhood abuse, neglect and molestation by my Uncle and how that shaped me into the person I am today. How the molestation forever changed a five or six year old into a homosexual later in life. The negativity that arose as a result and all the pain that accompanied...
With experience comes great advice.
Having brothers is great. Even when little brothers don't want to be seen with their sister anymore...
They offer great advice, protection, laughs and love that no one else could.
My eldest brothers advice as I set off for uni was to play music... So I did ......
This poem was written sometime ago, stacked in my Poetry Diary which embodies some other poems of various forms. Sitting alone at office, I picked up a biro and began doing things with it I thought only children do. Then a thought occured to me about how most of our childhood tendencies rub off...
Poetry | Updated May 1, 2015 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Sometimes charming, sometimes raw, this is a collection of poetry from a woman who has been diagnosed with manic-depression. She takes us on an unexpected journey from the dreams of a little girl, to the abuse victim, to the ultimate survivor in spite of her trials. She speaks frequently of the...
By Ted Gerard
Another passing thought. What do you think?
By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
I want to mention that my race is called
By Raven Garritano
Scott never had any idea that the monsters he could see didn't exist to everyone else.
By Tag Cavello
About your children growing up...
Poetry | Updated Apr 12, 2015 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
This is a simple poem of 4 lines which tells the fact that childhood(best part of life) never comes back.
By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
Someone unknown said to me when I was in a trance
You are going to have his shirt on
or wear it thinking it is a womanâ€™s blouse
his childhood shirt with memories of his Boyhood Lost
with symbols I, the designer of the shirt, put in it once
In my youth
By Marcion Guinda
Two teenagers vanish without a trace in the forest surrounding the small coastal town of White Sands, North Carolina. 17-year-old Nick Donati, a friend of the missing, and his best friend Anna, set out to find the teens when the police and townspeople seem to have given up searching. The missing...
By Unmasked Dellusions
young childhood, dreaming and fading
Poetry | Updated Mar 30, 2015 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 8