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I wish I had a Y chromosome
Contributed by
ArloDisarray
on
Wednesday, 9th July 2014 @ 02:52:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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For the past twelve years, I've been put to a test. And yes, I digress, that it is one I detest. And this story is about young boys obsessed with those things on my chest that I refer to as breasts.
All the boys at my school were transformed into fools. They'd forgotten the rules, and begun to drool.
And I felt I had nothing to offer the world. "All I am is an object because I'm a girl." Was a thought that rushed through my head in a whirl. "I'm not a diamond. I'm not a pearl." I've always just been a useless girl.
All I wanted was value, all I craved was success. I didn't care about sex, I just cared about tests. I wanted to get A's, the boys wanted my breasts. And I finally gave in the first time I had sex.
All I wanted was boys, I didn't care about grades. I was their little toy, their sweet little slave. I gave up on my goals, and let my dreams fade. It just wasn't worth it, I'd rather get laid.
A few years later, something had changed. My life had been fixed and rearranged. I found someone strange who made me feel sane.
A man I met who made me laugh, and smile and sing, and never look back. And I took my first step outside of my past to find a love that would actually last.
It's been three years now, and going on four. I love him even more than I did before. And it keeps getting better, of this I'm sure. I can't get enough. I just want more. He is everything I'd been looking for.
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ArloDisarray
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2014-07-09 14:52:00] (Date/Time posted on
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