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I want to be free to be me

I want to be free to be me



I do not want to be anyone else.

I like me.

I love who I am.

I just want to be at peace with God and put my past behind me.

I want to live in the Present and enjoy my life.

I want to meet some handsome guy yes one special handsome guy and go on dates and be able to have some fun and enjoy my free time.

I want to take nice long walks outside to be one with Nature and get my exercise at the same time.

I’d love to maybe go walking around at the mall sometimes too!

I want to get married one day and I want a beach wedding in the Caribbean.

I’ll be 32 soon and my biological clock is ticking I want a baby girl or baby boy.

Maybe twins?



Copyright © Ayesha Karim | Year Posted 2012


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No different

If i could tell the world just one thing, it would be were all the same

I live in Augres Michigan, A small town so secluded from the world that most of 
its inhabitants know nothing more of the world around them than what they are 
taught in text books.

But i believe we are no different inside than the young men and women fighting 
for religious freedom in Palestan and Isreal, 

No different than a over crowed family of ten living in a AIDS infested village in 
Kenya,

No different than a child on the streets of Calcutta,

No different

I am 24 years old, an age at which the meaning of life begins to finally after years 
of searching come together, your biological clock is ticking so loudly you are 
awake for days seeing only the distant past.

But i believe that we are no different than a newborn screaming as it takes its first 
breathe of air

No different than a teenager struggling with the pressures of high school, drugs, 
sex, and popularity

No different than the elderly saying "kids now days have no respect"

No different

I am a Lesbian, A group ever growing, ever competing of equality

I am told that i am going to hell

I am told that i need to repent and maybe God will forgive me

I will not falsify the truth and claim that I or any others are not part of the problem 
in society today

But I, We are no different than the guy on the street selling drugs to kids all the 
while saying "That faggot better not come near me"

No different

No different than the politician, who say "We need to defend the constitute or 
marriage" while they cheat on there wives

No different

No different than the Christian fanatics saying "they are going to hell, let God deal 
with them and there sins" 

No different

Why cant people understand, we all love, we all feel, we are all people weather 
fresh into this world or taking our last breathe

Living in a mansion in Beverly Hills or enslaved in Africa

Gay, Straight, Black, White, Openminded, Intorant...

If i could tell the world just one thing it would be...

We're all the same



Copyright © kendra dexter | Year Posted 2007