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I'm a very attractive woman who is married to a very handsome man. We've been married for 5 years. We have two beautiful children, ages 3 and 16 months. I'm a housewife. He just finished school for computers and is taking tae kwon do.

I like to shop! and dress up. My kids drive me Cr4sY! I'm BPD, actually, so I know it's just me...

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My name is Sarah I am but three,
My eyes are swollen I cannot see,
I must be stupid I must be bad,
What else could have made My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up All the day long
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound! I just heard a car
My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse My name he calls
I press myself Against the wall.
I try and hide From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more,
I finally get free And I run for the door.
He's already locked it And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late
His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy Murdered me.

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Equality

By: Hal Sirowitz


We made love. Then she cleaned
my ears with Q-tips. She showed
me the wax. She said she wanted
me to be able to hear what she
had to say. But I thought
that just like I had stuck
something into her she wanted
to stick something into me.