High School, Santana Dugan [ebook reader with highlight function .TXT] 📗

Safe

I just don't understand

how someone could

give up something so

precious.

How could someone

choose anyone or anything

over their own babies?

kids shouldn't have to suffer

because their 'parents'

aren't capable of taking care

of them.

Why have kids if

you're not mature enough to

help them grow. Or show them

you love them.

Why should one kid feel like

they are less

than the other two?

How is one baby

not equal to

one other baby.

Did you not carry

each one of them in

your body?

If I miss your babies

when I'm away,

how can you spend months

and not even call him?

I'm just happy

that he is Safe. And that

God blessed my life

with your babies. But

10 is a little young to be

responsible for another

Precious Life.

Saying No to True Evil

You killed my Mom

You ruined my childhood

You broke my heart

I was so scared

to say no to You

that I've always said

Yes.

I have to learn

how to say

No.

You don't control me anymore

You'll never influence me beacuse 

I am Strong.

You will never hurt me again

and I will do everything 

to keep You from hurting

Anyone

ever again, beacuse

no one should have to experience

Your Evil.

They might not know it

but everyone is stronger

than You. 

Being

Writing down words

Often feels like writing down

Myself

like the only way to really

be me

is when it's pen on

paper

 

Like the person next to 

me

is 3-d, breathing, moving, even

alive

but I'm just simply

Being

 

Not Happy, or sad

or even angry, just

Here

Even when my mind

is one thousand miles 

away

I'm still just being

Here

 

but sometimes just being

here

is a lot better than

nowhere.

 

And sometimes just simply

being

Is better than

Not. 

Monster

I know where you live,

in a laboratory most of your life,

then, you move into cars, alleyways, on the street,

waiting,

for someone to take you home,

you make these people think that they are

Happy

all while you destroy their lives, family, and friends.

You do no good,

and the worst part is that

once someone finds you, they don't let go.

You, are simpy a

Monster

Better

When I'm with you

everything feels so

okay

like even though I know that

Pain

is the most inevitable thing,

the unspoken promis.

but sometimes promises

aremeant to be broken

 

You make me feel like the

rest of the world

doesn't

even

matter

When we're together or,

even if we're apart

the whole universe

just falls a

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Supposed To Be

 Who am I?

What are you to me?

Has my whole life been a lie?

I guess so...

You showed up, to

connect with your kids

but I guess it's hard

when only one is yours.

My Mom is not a whore

so maybe you transformed

into another person

on a rainy March night.

People tell me lies,

Who should I beleive?

Because if I'm being honest

my heart has lied before.

I think it hard to beleive

that I'm not really me.

But in the end, I am me

but you're just not the father

that you are supposed to be.

Not that you ever were.

beleive me I never had hope

that you would really want me

even I could tell

at the bright old age of twelve

you are not the father you were supposed to be.

DNA is not necessary

to have a baby girl

we could take a test.

but that couldn't make you love me more.

I don't need your love or approval,

I have a family for that.

Let's just face the facts,

you are not the father

you're supposed to be.

My parents and a brother,

are six feet underground,

and you, like always,

are nowhere to be found.

I have a family now.

A brother, 3 cousins, great aunt, great uncle,

and a great grandma, who all really love me.

Maybe you are not the father

you're supposed to be,

but I forgive you.

Because that made me

the me that I'm supposed to be.

Labels

 

Alone, Torn, Broken, Different

Four common feelings?

"Normal" feelings?

Right?

 

Am I actually Normal?

Nobody is "normal".

Define Normal.

Average?

 

Shopping, Hair, Shoes, Boys

What if we

just don't

belong?

 

Why do we label

ourselves? So others

Can judge

us?

 

So they feel better

about their lives

than we,

ours?

 

Labels can be hurtful.

when you get

told you're

ugly,

 

That doesn't define you

labels define those

who place

them.

 

Loner, Slut, Ugly, Prep

These words inflict

pain on

others.

 

These should be the

things we discuss

but nobody

does.

 

Is it because they

are afraid of

being shut

down?

 

People don't want to

discuss the issues

that really

matter.

 

The emotions that a

teen feels is

mostly other

people.

 

It's the words and

the actions that

really hurt

us.

 

Our common feelings are

based on our

very common

labels.

 

Before you call someone

a loner, think

maybe they're

lonely

 

Before you call someone

a slut, think

did they

really?

 

Before you call someone

ugly, think I

really like

_______

 

Before you call someone

a prep,think

maybe they're

insecure

 

Before you call someone

anything, make sure

you have

facts.

 

You don't know how

what you say

can affect

someone.

 

Be Kind.

 

~Santana Dugan

 

Imprint

Publication Date: 06-01-2017

All Rights Reserved

Dedication:
To Mom, who loved me through everything and wanted me to have the world. I Love You.