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A/N: I wrote this when I was like 14, and I thought it was HILARIOUS, so I'm sharing it now, especially because I'm turning 18 this October.
I wish I was 18, or at least 23
Every man deserves a woman who calls him baby,
kisses him like she means it,
holds him tight like she never wants to let go,
doesn’t make him jealous of other dudes,
instead makes other guys jealous of him,
There was a newspaper headline a few days ago
‘America Is Weeping’
All I could think was
So you chose to join the party?
You can stay warm
You can stay happy
You can stay in the sun and play
Live a life worth living
Living...
What a funny thought
When you think you're alive you're not
The same second you're dead
On my 14th birthday,
My present was leukemia
And on the day came surgery
Wires all over my body,
Chained forever with my medicines,
Yet none of those things bothered me
They don't frightened me
We see our skin everyday.
the flesh gripping tightly on our bones and protecting us from the world outside
as we shake a hand,
dry our eyes,
or contemplate in the mirror upon if I can fit in and erase my thighs,
I yell when I'm hungry
I yell when i'm sad
I yell all the time, even when I'm mad
But most of all, I yell at you
I’ll admit, I’m selfish
I have a greed for things that I don’t have
The list of things I want fills encyclopedias
Dictionary-sized lengths of words telling of my desires
I can’t write it all out without aching
