Birth Of A Baby Girl
Time for Change/ Becoming an Aunty
Who,What,When, Where,How,
Somewhere, Somehow,There’s a girl,
A new Aunty PROUD!!!
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Rachael’s Memoir
Hi my name is Rachael and this is my reflection piece/memoir about how each idea led me back right here to where I am. I , when I was younger I was in foster care. I had only gotten in there because I told Mr.Wright who was my counselor at the time, I felt unsafe at home and that I felt like running away. By the time I’d gotten there it was a very different atmosphere. It was a tall thick blonde lady . I honestly thought she was a German girl. The for me to get home was a dream I shortly learned when I asked for a pb and jelly sandwich and she had it crowbar locked! I felt odd. I felt oddly. I felt curiously out of place. It was ‘relief’straight when I was taken back to my moms place because I remember going to 3 foster care homes. Later on in life I realized I was going to be alright when I saw her at the ice rink for the last time.
By Rachael FrazierExclusive • 5 months ago
Messiah
You have to knock louder, my dear. I can't hear beyond the thunder of the door. I won't believe you actually mean it. Because you have to want it more. You became home to me and I fear when it's going to end. I conspire against myself in hopes the truth will bend. You're the therapy I actually benefit from, the doubt that gets removed. I run to the sound of your echoes while I climb out of this tomb. I was searching for you but were you looking for me? Did you pin all your hope on a future while you waited for me? I don't want to escape, I want to run away with you. With your hand in mine, we can witness everything brand new. I've learned to live with distorted self-esteem. Where I couldn't possibly be worth anything. To measure up with what I expect you'd want and need. To be everything wrapped up in a peaceful dream. To be enough, to be the one to make you happy. Where I prove myself and land at your feet. Why can't I just be myself and hope for the best? Because I'm afraid I will always be -less. There's a part of me that lives in constant fear. That I speak in a language you couldn't possibly hear. I cannot control how you view me, my love. All I can do is continue to love you and hope its enough. My attempts at happiness are few in between. My efforts at evolution are always unseen. I crave the safety of consistent and stable arms. I yearn for the freedom that lies in your peaceful and loving heart
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