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Wednesday, November 9, 2016. A Letter To The Woman Supposed To Be My Mother. Yesterday was my birthday, and I wanted more than anything to call you. To hear you tell me "happy birthday". But you didn't call. I didn't expect you to. But this part, deep deep down in my heart wanted you to. We don't have a relationship, like normal people do. Because I chose to cut you out of my life. Most people ask me if it hurts, not talking to you. and it does. It's hurts like a knife in my throat. The truth is, I've be...

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Wednesday, November 9, 2016. A Letter To The Woman Supposed To Be My Mother. Yesterday was my birthday, and I wanted more than anything to call you. To hear you tell me happy birthday. But you didn't call. I didn't expect you to. But this part, deep deep down in my heart wanted you to. We don't have a relationship, like normal people do. Because I chose to cut you out of my life. Most people ask me if it hurts, not talking to you. and it does. It's hurts like a knife in my throat. The truth is, I've be...

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Wednesday, November 9, 2016. A Letter To The Woman Supposed To Be My Mother. Yesterday was my birthday, and I wanted more than anything to call you. To hear you tell me "happy birthday". But you didn't call. I didn't expect you to. But this part, deep deep down in my heart wanted you to. We don't have a relationship, like normal people do. Because I chose to cut you out of my life. Most people ask me if it hurts, not talking to you. and it does. It's hurts like a knife in my throat. The truth is, I've be...

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Friday, June 17, 2016. An Open Letter To The Man Who Left Me Alone And Pregnant. I hate to admit it but, sometimes I think about you. Especially with Father's Day coming up. I wonder who you are. Who you've become. Did you ever tell your parents that you have a child? Do you ever think about us? But then I remember, you left us. You moved on. Without us. Do you know that she is the most beautiful thing in this world? That she is all happiness and smiles? That she is loved and adored? I don't think you do.

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The Spoken Word: Sometimes Things Change

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Wednesday, April 6, 2016. I always felt like a mother to my mother. At a young age, I went from feeling like a kid who was carefree, to a full grown adult. I remember too many times to count, putting my mother to bed and cleaning up the house. Throwing away the empty beer and liquor bottles. Cleaning up the spilt ones. I thought that it was okay. I thought that that was what I was supposed to do. Funny how that one moment could lead to so many more excuses and strained friendships. What a mess I was.

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The Spoken Word: All the things I don't want to be.

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Monday, September 28, 2015. All the things I dont want to be. Never in my life did I think at 22 I'd have a failed marriage. That I'd be the girl who couldn't even stay married for a year. That I'd marry a guy that I wouldn't end up spending the rest of my life with. Never did I think that at 22 I'd have a daughter with a guy that didn't care about me or her. Or that I'd go on to place her for adoption. Never did I think that I'd reach the low that I have. I don't want to be that girl. I swore I'd never ...

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The Spoken Word: June 2016

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Friday, June 17, 2016. An Open Letter To The Man Who Left Me Alone And Pregnant. I hate to admit it but, sometimes I think about you. Especially with Father's Day coming up. I wonder who you are. Who you've become. Did you ever tell your parents that you have a child? Do you ever think about us? But then I remember, you left us. You moved on. Without us. Do you know that she is the most beautiful thing in this world? That she is all happiness and smiles? That she is loved and adored? I don't think you do.

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The Spoken Word: November 2016

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Wednesday, November 9, 2016. A Letter To The Woman Supposed To Be My Mother. Yesterday was my birthday, and I wanted more than anything to call you. To hear you tell me "happy birthday". But you didn't call. I didn't expect you to. But this part, deep deep down in my heart wanted you to. We don't have a relationship, like normal people do. Because I chose to cut you out of my life. Most people ask me if it hurts, not talking to you. and it does. It's hurts like a knife in my throat. The truth is, I've be...

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