DifferentDifferent…Being poor will always make you feel different. I figured that out really early in life. The other kids at school will laugh at you. They’ll call you all sorts of nasty names: like Skank, Festy, Aids, Malaria, Herpes… it hurts a lot, but I’m not even sure they always meant it. I just try to suck it up and to shut up. Keep your eyes down. Say nothing. It results in far fewer beatings. I watched them. They were so different to me. It was more than just being poor, but I could never quite understand how. They seemed to think differently. They’d turn on people at random. They’d revel i
Filthy Bitch!Filthy Bitch!I loved you for 33 years. You were my first love, and my only true love. You were there when I wanted you. You were there when I needed you. And, always, you made me feel better. You were the one who soothed my greatest need. You were the only one who could calm my fears.I guess it had to come to pass. I guess I had to learn your wicked plan. Oh, I know you won't feel for my poor, broken heart. You never intended to love me for very long. You never intended to stay and be there forever. Your plan was quite the opposite.I can only feel rage and hate towards you. You only ever planned to kill me. Tell me, which w
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