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I'm that girl that noone likes,. I'm that girl who doesn't wear Nike,. I'm that girl who is "unique". I'm that girl who is weird,. a freak,. I'm that girl that has been bullied before,.
#disabilityaware I have a disability But it's one that you can not see It's one where you'd think I was OK But it's not behind the scenes.
I scrape my living, Through some endless means, For mother and child, Unlike other teens. Don't come to me, All big and smart, Complaining of life, That to mine, is art.
Here's the deal. My life is shit. I mean, after going to University you would think I have a n amount of money. But instead I find myself in a pretty awkward situation.
Well it looks like it could be over. That weight lifted off my shoulder. Memories have passed and I'm a little older. Your complex design leaves me a little wiser.
Born in a village in the dark heart of India, The son of a wealthy family, Aroni is taken out school by his family and put to work in a tea shop.As he wipes tables and crushes black coal, Aroni...
I have a family, Two kids and a husband. Still in debt from the marriage, A few hundred thousand I think...
Standing in line another factory day. Watching the clock for a pittance of pay. Four years of study for a second class degree. Is this my career, is this the best I can be.
#household I find my home out on the street. All sorts of people that I meet, I find my home amongst the trash... Teabags, apple cores, all in my stash, I keep it down, it's quite a feat.
Softly, quietly, the baby slept. Softly, silently, the mother wept. Crystal diamonds in the sky, Airplanes flying way up high.
For the lowest of the low. Each day is tough going. Working your finger to the bone. Never ever slowing. Minimum wage. With bills to pay. Not only that but. A baby on the way.
Night will fall. Replace the day. It's when the darkness. Comes to play. See the girls. Dim lit street. Trying hard. To make ends meet. See the boys. Not yet men. Waste their wages. Drunk again.
#OpussWings A steel skyline presses in November cold roosts on the flats The drizzle stings her teenage skin, Lies peppered in her gentle plaits. The buggy holds her special joy.
In a whirlwind of numbness, there is nothing but madness this pen is my release, the ink it is my blood everything I see and everything I do haunts my life, my everyday it tells me I am...