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I am emotional

I cry alot but hate it when I cry

And at times depressed

Even to the point of wanting to end it all



I am loving

When i love I love deeply and passionately

And I can be too forgiving



I am giving

But sometimes I am very needy

I need reassurance

I need to be held

I need to be supported and trusted



I am a mother

That loves her child more than life itself

I am a single mother, on welfare

A mother that was never allowed to be a child



I am angry; I want to scream on the top of my lungs, break things



I am hurt; I want to cry until I am empty of all this pain



I like the quiet od open spaces

I love nature; the sound of the wind through the trees

I am peaceful or rather I long for peace



I am passionate about my beliefs

I long to nourish peoples souls



I am powerful, a fighter

And I am a victim of rape



I snort when I laugh

I am very ticklish

I have way too many clothes and shoes

I can be girly

But I'm not a whimp



I don't eat when I am upset

And drink when I am stressed

I struggle with an eating disorder



I am trusting

But I have a hard time letting people close

I am trustworthy

And I don't lie

Honesty is a value I hold high



I have low self esteem

And I assume others don't like me

Including my family, friends, and lovers



I love thunderstorms

I used to watch them roll in across the prairie

And I love sunshine

I am a small town girl

I hate cities



I am a Pagan, a recovering Christian, and was born a Mormon

I am a lesbian, but am divorced from a man



I love to dance

And I love to sing



I am sometimes too contemplative

I am also too analytical at times

I am always thinking a hundred things at once



I love sex

But I find kissing more intimate than sex

I am not innocent

My innocence was stolen at a young age



I am crazy

I am the product of a shitty family



I am in love with a woman I am not sure I have met

I have been writting her poems since I was a child



I like opera and death metal

I test as a genius on IQ tests

And I flunked out of algebra



I am an artist



I can be a slob sometimes

And I am selfish and I daydream a lot

I bitch a lot too



I feel trapped in this world

I have no real sense of personal identity



I try to like children but most just get on my nerves



I am human

I am worthy of more than I think



I am critical of how I look

I am far mor beautiful than I alow myself to be



I am still breathing

I am real

I exist