To think of it was immortal
To dream of it was sin
And to want to live it was monstrous.
There was a fire when she was only three,and by then
Her mother was a crack *****, her father no where to be found. She moved from foster homes to foster homes and abuse was her only friend. She turned eighteen and the candle of love which she held ,burned out in the night.
She became what she was supposed to have been years ago:
Torn, worn , a miserable monster. Now she wanders down, a very lonely road, looking for another lover so she can have money for her home. A car stopped at her footsteps
And a faint smile curved on the man's lips
'Heya suga, how much is it for a sweet time?'
'Fifty is enough for the night'.
She got in and he turned of to be a cop.
She spent her last days in prison,no more in parking lots.
So as the ME stands over her, the assistance says,
'I hope she had closure' and covered her now while body.

How do we create a system in which women are really free?
Is that we want undefined freedom where we have no men and we hve what lesbians have? Or do we want the same equal rights as men?
We as feminist cannot be so narrow minded
+Liberal feminists want women to have the same equal rights as men.
Are they not the same women who want their men to be all-male and masculine?
+Marxist/socialist feminists  focuses on investigating and explaining the ways in which women are oppressed through systems of capitalism and private property. According to Marxist feminists, women's liberation can only be achieved through a radical restructuring of the current capitalist economy in which much of women's labor is uncompensated. For these women, do not realize that they are the ones who chose to became mother's and end up with the 'unpaid compensation' of taking care of the child that comes along.
Radical feminism blames men entirely on the exploitation.
If there was no men, would we have been as happy as expected if we were to really revolutionize this system, of oppression, capitalism,discrimination and exploitayion.
As women, it is always right to fight for what we believe in.
But it is the truth that we should fight for, justice and peace among men.
Exploits made my men over years have cause women, who are considered'by nature' to be subject class , to think that they are really less than men. ?In truth, we are made from the same flesh and organs just as them.

Is it not us females who bleed once a month, bears children and cope with the problems that comes with the family we have to grow and breed?
We are strong enough but at the end of the day we need someone to submissive to and that should only ne the lawful wedded husband that the Lord himself has granted us with.
We are called to be strong but submissive when the time and place  comes as there is a time and place for everything understand.

Strong and submissive should be our mission without being confused by men and that is the type of feminism we should live by.

I am in grief, and not only for me.
I thought I had of all, the love and money
All those things to spare but instead everyone turned their back on me.
I know loss like never before.
Its like have a house that has been washed away by the shore.

I never loved them first.

I couldn't get it when they never understood.
Was the problem really me or was it just on mind
I couldn't see  what they believed ,
That I only was a waste of time.

I never loved them at all.

And so now as I continue to hurt so much inside,
I don't bother waste time on tears as ,why cry?
I have however learned he art of keeping it all inside
And I will continue to be like this.

I will never ever love them.

Dear Paul Walker, this is for you,
A tribute to your memory....

I wished I could have met you.
To have known someone so wonderful, so full of grace
You were an angel which graces us,
Made us want to be like you.
The world need more persons like you,
With attributes of kindness and love.
So we thank God above, for letting us enjoy you while we could. We will forever miss you but you are where you should ,among the other angels of Heaven.

I had a friend who wasy everything.
We laughed, played and shared secrets together.
She was my glue that stick the damaged me back together
I was hee iron to press out her crushed state.
Life is unfair, I learned from early.
She  left in an instant, ****!*.
Death took her away. And if it wasn't enough that she couldn't ever be replaced, my hardships stared at me right in the face.

Death, why hast thou been so cruel, why have you been so    
mean, wipe the slate of her and come and be with.
I need you, I said before she went.    
She hugged me and said' Make the best of your life and I'll behappy.
FFunnily, I didn't know what she meant until she left me.  Tire and spent!

I never really understood girls with problems.
I used to think that the world was fun.
Now I am one of those girls who is broken.
Nowhwe to go and no one to hold.
I try to let people in, to let them see why I am broken
But their human minds are to small to comprehend,
   This level of pain and how to not feel.
I do know that those days are over,
I have become too numb to let it be
But every time I look in the mirror and see
I only understand outer space and me...

Whack! Went the whop over my back.
She wouldn't stop.....
She never stopped.
That what made me created my place,
A big white room , full of grace.
I go there  often, now more than ever.
Usually , I'm there before she begins the torture
Always, I have never done anything wrong.
But what she sees in me is the constant love for my Father,
A love that never came from me to her
But how does one expect love, when only hatred is given out?
I loved him before I grew and that was really when she knew
That I would never ever love her and so she began the torture.
But that's where my big white room comes in,
Its never down, unhappy for thin
Within a land of mystical creatures, I find joy and non believers. I skip around in the meadow all day, singing of songs that make me happy.
I varied for too long before this white room,
Now its all I think about
So as the days pass by, I sit in my white room one last time.
I have never been known to such a place
That I believed was the beginning of late,
My solace, my haven never to be lost
I can't forget the scars that I was glossed.....

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