Writings from my wise daughter...

It seems as though our generations grow darker and darker as the years go by. So lets talk about four words.

Humanity.
Tell me what's humane when the rich drive cars that cost more than your house. But the homeless ask for a dollar and they are the bad ones, each day people die because you can't skip a meal at McDonalds. So we try to sleep knowing we could have saved someone.

Class.
We used to live in a society that had class, now we are surrounded by guys that treat women like meat, and women who have no respect for them selves. I dream if a time when women and men respected not only each other but them selves.

Love.
A word that once had so much depth and meaning is now tossed around like a rag doll. Our generation knows very little about love. We think falling in love happens in days and sex is part of it. Because if we truly knew what love was we would try harder to keep it around.

And finally.

Reality. 
I leave this word to be last because those of you reading this may choose not to realize how corrupted our world has grown due to the mistakes we have been making, not the mistakes of others, but us. 
We did this to our generation and we distroyed a moral code we all once had, Because each and everyone if us sat by and watched as the world started to fall. 

Four words humanity, class, love, and reality. We all know these words and yet not all of us were taught there meaning.
Those of us that were became outcasted. We became freaks in a world that was breaking. And though the people around us lose parts of each if these things as the world grows older we try to remain the same.
We do this because having humanity, and class matters more than a social status.
Knowing what love is and what love feels like means more to us than having lust and having sex.
Being realistic, no matter how hard or how painful will always mean more to us that lies others feed them selves each night so they can sleep. Because I would rather be up all night trying to fix the wounds of a forever broken world, than trying to cover up everything that could be fixed if we would only fucking try.

-M

It....

        I don't remember the exact moment or the day or what finally caused it to happen. But it did. It's been a work in progress ever since and though I have had setbacks and occasionally have doubts that sometimes hold me back, it's still happening and I'm still getting it back...and in some cases starting it from scratch.. Some people don't believe I'm actually doing it. Others simply think I can't...not a word I care for..because I CAN and I am. Naysayers who have whispered in my ear for what feels like an eternity are slowly becoming harder to hear and the negative, hurtful people who's seemingly sole mission in life was to make me a shell of a person then shatter that shell into so many pieces there was no Humpty Dumpty moment of putting me back together again are slowly becoming nothing more than distant ghosts of yesteryear...and much to their dismay that "shattered and scattered all over the floor shell-girl" has swept up the pieces and put them back together again and is REALLY doing it...I've been gathering it all up and putting it back where it belongs...."It"...it.....

IT!? You are probably wondering "what the FUCK is 'IT'??"

IT is my body
IT is my heart and soul
IT is my spirit
IT is my voice
IT is my pride
IT is me...
It...IT...is my life....and I'm taking "It" all back...

For decades IT was in the hands of others to do with as they wished...My body was a playground for the sick, twisted and manipulative...from a young child on I was nothing more than a fleshy, breathing, life sized sex toy for the demented and perverse... My heart was broken and my soul left to wither away...My spirit trampled, my voice ripped from me and my pride...well it never had a chance..."It" belonged to them...I belonged to them..My life was their entertainment...my pain was their pleasure...for years this was my existence..and then something changed..something happened to make me realize that "IT" WAS MINE and damn it I wanted it back!! Here I am 20 years later..still fighting..still fixing..still searching for a couple missing pieces and building others from the ground up but for the most part..."It" is mine again..and it is worth it! ;-)