Band aid Poem

2008-08-01T01:49:41Z

Baby's got a band-aid.
She has a band-aid on her little nose.
It's pink, and glows in the dark.
She's got a boo-boo.
She got it from the cat.
She got to close.
Kitty was moody.
She smiles happily, showing off her nose,
to all her siblings.
She thinks it's cool.
One after one they bug kitty, and suddenly they all have band-aids, too.
Green. Orange. Yellow.
The laughter dies down.
The noises dim down.
I look for them, slightly worried.
I check everything.
I hear muffled voices coming from the hall closet.
They're all huddled up inside.
Admiring each other's band-aids glowing.
Giggling, smiling, laughing, having fun.
Kitty can finally sleep peacefully.

Army Poem

2008-08-01T01:48:38Z

Army
monster supply of;
an army supply of:
     The attack of
                Cupcakes.
Monster cupcakes.
Evil cupcakes.
Mass quantities of:
    Unfair number of:
           evil, monster cupcakes.

Story!

2008-08-01T01:28:48Z

A Thursday like no other.

I don't know what to do. There's a time in everyone's life when that happens, but no one is really ready for change. It wasn't as bad as being cheated on by a spouse, or coming home to find your childhood pet died; it was different. It was something not many people experience. I'm writing about it now because if I fall into the pit of every other human being, It means I've given up hope. I'll let the story be told through someone else's words. The right words. Maybe they will make everyone realize what I haven't come to terms with yet.

    Britana.
    "My birth name is Britana Louisa Browlen. My birthday is November 19th. I grew up in this small town called Hollow Hills. I'm the oldest of five children. There's James. Benjamin, Angelica and Amelia. James and were definitely the closest out of all of us. Growing up, he was my best friend. He was always there for me. I told him everything. He knew I wasn't comfortable being feminine and girly. I hated wearing dresses.
    "My mother put us into private school since my father was a doctor and we had the money for it, where i had to wear dresses and skirts and sit properly. I had to have manners and high self esteem, those are what was taught in those kinds of schools. I didn't though. Once I hit my teenage years, I turned into a monster. I hung out with horrible people who made horrible choices. I'd sneak out of the house. I'd take off for days. I worried my mother to death. I lost my virginity at fifteen to a guy I was attracted to, but shared no chemistry with. He knocked me up and never came back. I ended up getting an abortion.
    "After that, I became horribly depressed. I started doing drugs. I tried to kill myself. It was a battle until I had to deal with until I turned 18. My parents divorced, which would have been one of the worst things for most teenagers, but for James and I, we were happy. We were the ones our mother worried about, but never got close to where as our father actually spent time with us. Maybe it was because we shared interests similar to his.
    "We moved in with him. I went to a small college that fall. James, he went into the Military. While he was away I met a girl named Allie. At first I felt nothing for her, but excitement. I had made a new friend but the more time we spent together the more I realized I had feelings for her. I adored her long red hair. Mine was boring, straight and black, while hers was crazy and curly. I loved her green eyes. My own were brown and dull. She had the most beautiful porcelain white skin. I had tanned, ugly skin. I adored her. I was in love with her.
    "I spent half the year writing to James, telling him about her. He always wrote back, saying I should go for it. Something might come up, and I might miss out on true love. He was the only one I ever told about my sexuality. It still confused me, but not with Allie. She made me feel right. She made me feel whole. She made me feel alive.
    "The night I told her how I felt, my skin was on fire. I was so nervous. When I finally got the words out, she smiled and twirled her hair. She said to me "Brit, I always knew." She paused. I waited for her to deny me, to tear my down, but she didn't. Instead she kissed me. Ever since that, we were inseparable.
    "It's funny how when I was depressed, I thought I'd die alone, but when I met Allie, I knew she was the one for me. She loved me for who I was, from the beginning. She never judged me. I was with her for along time. Fate, it has a cruel way of twisting people's paths in life.
    "For my twenty third birthday, we went out to eat at a really nice resturaunt. She was dressed in a beautiful black dress that sparkled under the street lights. Her high heels made her feet look small and elegant. Her hair was put up in a messy bun. She looked amazing. She thought she was treating me, but this was the night I was going to propose to her. I didn't do it in the old fashioned way. I bought her a necklace. One I knew she'd like for a long time. It was simple a silver chain with a round diamond and two smaller ones on the side. One was her birthstone, the other, mine. When I gave it to her, she became this weeping mess of excited joy. The rest of the night was bliss.
    "On our way home we were tipsy messes. Our faces were flushed from the alcohol and tears and dancing. I wouldn't have changed a thing. She ranted on about how she wanted to adopt a baby. Maybe we could work something out and she could conceive. I nodded and squeezed her hand. She talked about the house we could buy. We could move tomorrow if we wanted, she kept saying. I knew I wanted to move. Somewhere quieter. somewhere by the sea, with a huge field. She agreed.
    "A few months later we had moved, and she was going to have our child. James and I wrote back and forth, and hadn't stopped. He wanted to move with us. He had met a girl himself and was sick of being near people. He was going to be done with his services that coming winter. He was excited. I was as happy as I'd ever been. I was accepted for who I was. My father knew, and my mother suspected but I hadn't come out to them. My sisters and brothers stopped talking to me. I hid away, wrote and found odd jobs to bring money in. Allie was the money maker. She was a Marine Biologist. The ocean was her canvas, as mine was painting. Life was beginning to become darker, I felt, but I never saw it coming.
    "Fall came, and then did Winter. The baby was expected that winter, but Allie was having complications. She was supposed to be on bed rest, but she ever liked following rules. I was at work. She decided to leave the house. She wanted to make a trip into the city, which was 2 hours away. She went into the part of the city where we had once lived, so she could buy a gift for me and pick up some things that she needed. She ran into someone, someone she'd never met before, but someone who knew about us. Someone who knew she wasn't like everyone else. Someone who was gay, diseased, rejected by God. He was there on our birthday, he was there when we danced and talked and took the subway home. He stalked us until we moved.
    "That man stabbed Allie in the street, killing her and our unborn child. She died on the way to the hospital.
    "I didn't find out until that night. I was angry with her. I was angry and furious she'd left the house. I didn't even think that anything would happen. I'd had a horrible day at work. I wanted to come home like any other man. But I wasn't really. I wanted to. I wanted to make it easier for our child. I had an operation done. It changed me to who I felt I was on the inside. Our life was going to be complete. That's how it was supposed to be. James moved in with me because I couldn't function. His fiance, Ruby, was supportive and motherly. She knew I was born a woman, but never once looked upon me with hard, disgusted eyes. She was caring and perfect for James. They gave me two amazing nieces named Allie Ivy and Vivian and one gifted nephew, Josef. These were the names Allie and I had chose for the baby. I never figured out the gender. I didn't want to know.
    "I left the little house by the sea and moved back into the city. I started working for an upcoming photographer, Kennedy Dohnan. That leads me to you, Ella. That's my story. At twenty six. I am still young but so old. I am wise and worn, but I desire for you to know my past. You said you never really figured me out, and you felt I held a million secrets. I didn't want to keep this from you. I am not Brit Louis Browlen. I was not born a man. I was born in the wrong body, and so I yearned all my life, and held this secret to myself. I met you, this beautiful, talented young woman, who makes me feel comfortable. You give me hope, courage and I never should have kept that from you. I understand if you never want to see me again. I understand if you are disgusted with me. I understand if you are angry and hurt, but this is my story. I want you to tell the world. There are too many people who have stories like mine and never get it out. You are an amazing author, I know you will get the message across and touch many people. If anything, do it for me. Please, because I can't tell it like you can."

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