First off, I'm Leigha. Hi.I've been writing for awhile, and its become one of my passions. I can still use alot of improvement, but writing-wise, I'm happy where I am. Usually, I express myself through poetry, but there are also things words can't describe. I once read a quote somewhere, and it stuck to me. It goes "Grief will always be with you; otherwise, its not true grief. But, slowly, the pain will receed to a more tolerable level. It has to, otherwise it can and will kill you. That doesn't mean you need to forget about it or be untrue to yourself, but you'll be able to use your pain." This quote applies so much to my Aunt Cindy. I adored her. She got leukemia in spring, 2004, and died March 4, 2005. Her fight was short, but she truly was an amazing person. She fought until the fight was sucked out of her. She was so incredibly strong, so incredibly brave. She is my hero. She'll forever be my Aunt Cindy... IM me if you want to know more about me.
I have an AP sister!!: Bubble-Baby-Lishus
Check out her work here: allpoetry.com/poets/Bubble-Baby-Lishus*
I have an AP mummy!!: WolfHeart
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HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
Repost this in your journal if you believe homophobia is wrong.*
I have an AP sister!!: Bubble-Baby-Lishus
Check out her work here: allpoetry.com/poets/Bubble-Baby-Lishus*
I have an AP mummy!!: WolfHeart
Check out her work here:allpoetry.com/poets/WolfHeart
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HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
Repost this in your journal if you believe homophobia is wrong.*
- Last seen on May 25 9:02 PM. Member since February 24, 2006.
- I'm a onyx dragon poet for 750 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "you suck".
- I am a 16 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a person you can't figure out.
- Visit my homepage at myspace.com/truth_iz_a_iie
- I have 750 comments, 8 contests, 2 addlines
My Poetry
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"You're a dog! A cheating slut!" Katrina's mother says to me. She despises me to the core.
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29 lines, 1 comment, August 18, 2007. In Lesbian Erotica
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Can't stand what you don't know, can't show / Gotta hold a grudge against what you feel, / What is real isn't always what you portray, / And I say that that's screwed up, / Shut up if its not the real you, / Pl
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Shirley Shaw on October 21, 2006Sorry to hear about your Aunt Cindy. It is always hard, when we lose those we Love, especially when it's Family,and/or someone we R so close to. Hang In There, And ''Pray'! For 'God will 'Bless You In Many Ways'..(Just-Believe)..'God Bless You', and 'my-heart' goes out to you.........Love, shirley ann shaw-raytown,mo.64133...............(I can certainly relate to you, cause I Lost my Mother in 2003).......
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BeyondDeath on September 19, 2006Hello how are you?
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Arkbear on September 18, 2006ONE DAY LEFT!!!
I would love to have you enter..
Rainbow Children
I saw you visited the contest...would love to know how you feel about this topic...If not, I totally understand
Have GREAT DAY Poet!
Sincerely, Arkbear.
PS...Nice profile page...I am sorry for the loss of your Auntie...I am sure she is where the Angels are. -
babys-no-angel on September 13, 2006thank you for my hm. awesome...
