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  157.     

Email Hell, Death is Less Painful

Is there a limit before they skim it
for me?
At this point, I have only 450 unanswered
emails
to read

Is that a sign of mental sickness
or just a minor lack of quickness?

I'm kinda hopin' 'they' kill my account
that way, no tension will mount.

Do I have to deal with that 'stuff'
I'm not feelin' it today, nor tomorrow,
nor yesterday I guess
nor last week,
months now?

A mess? Yes

but not for me
just lost friends/family.
Not really
just a lost me

Maybe the solution is to be a non-entity?

forward more obscenity?

Delete it all, assume new identity?

Delete is all, assume no identity
 
Monk E. Biz

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  158.     

Confused Sexuality

He was confused
She was confused
A nonsensical sexual reality
A perceived established identity
Conformity of confused sexuality
A deformity of needs
Where the eyes and the body feed

Are we gay?
Have we all fallen astray?
Is it time for us to pray?
While the sun shines its rays,
We stand up proudly and say
Why do we feel this way?

His smile made him belong
To a land identified as wrong
Her kiss made her feel
It was time to dismiss
What was unreal
His touch made him want
him more and more
Her touch inspired her
She felt something
She had never felt before

The Journey of confusion
Denial and submission
The passage of life from birth
When they were all in a transition

Learning from you and me
Trying to understand the key
Of how to unlock the door to be free
Are we therefore responsible
for this confused sexual identity
Teaching them the good and the wrong
Or has it been there all along

Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
 
Sylvia Chidi

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  159.     

Cheerleading.

I found my niche in life
In a sport not quite like me
Because on the outside
You saw a shy, timid, tomboy
Who avoided eye contact
And wore boy shorts and had scraped up knees.
I was afraid to speak my mind
And had never worn a skirt
Bows just disgusted me
And make-up just seemed like way too much work.
But slowly I fit in
Cheerleading became apart of my life
It kept me away from home
And all the pain and strife.
I became more outgoing
My true self began to shine
I had found my true identity
The identity that was mine.
Cheerleading saved my life
In too many ways to count
Without cheerleading
I wouldn’t be who I am now…

Sara<3 2008
 
Sara Amidon

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  160.     

A Naked Woman

I feel so cold,
Draw the wraps closer to me,
Yet it’s scorching as far as eyes could see.
I remember the time you told your friends,
“That’s the naked girl I sleep with”.

They marveled, for they had never,
Naively querying ‘bout the cost for the night.

“Nothing”, “she’s my girl, so it’s free alright.”
They secretly smirked,
Wondering about the novel introduction.
“Welcome to my world”, you said.

Ever since, I have been covered up,
I feel so cold,
I take more wraps to cover my soul,
And my sole identity.

The identity of a naked woman.
 
Shruti Goswami

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