untitledAsexuality. A Sexuality. My Sexuality? You’re Sexuality? I thought I was past this point. I thought no girl could turn my head. Or make me stare. Laugh. And grin. Blush and act twelve again. Then a cup of coffee and a smile, And I’m saying things I’ve never said before, Doing things I’ve never done. One addiction in each hand, And my head swims, More with the thought of you. Not the caffeine. The nicotine. My hearts racing because the phone’s ringing. Not from the coffee. Not from the smoke. Second ring and I’m shakinguntitled
Nature Vs. NutureFive years old, Tutu – tights, dancing with all the other little girls, Singing, Smiling. Six years old, Sewing machine on – making a polka-dotted dress, A pillow, A quilt. Seven years old, Up on a stage – modeling and trying to win the judges praise, Dancing, Permed hair and a smile. Eight years old, Proud – cut off shorts and baseball cap, I climbed a mountain. I tell my dad I’m a boy. And he laughs. Nine years old, Out on a field – hand me down mitt, Playing with the boys, Trying to make the team. Dresses And basebaNature Vs. Nuture
keep up the good work
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Jan aka JVO-Art
Anyhoo.. welcome to DA!
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Don't get mad, get revenge.
*marvels at being the first pageviewer*
wheeeeee!
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