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I think I can get better. I know depression will stay with me forever but maybe I can be happy too. See, I found hope. And hope has a name but that dosn't really matter because its not about them. Its about me finding that peice that I've been missing. The part of me that can control the pain that cripples me. I found out something about myself. I am... I can't say the word. I'll put it this way, I'm attracted to my own gender. And thats why I hate myself. Why I think I deserve to be used and controlled. As much as I hate it about myself, it gave me hope. And showed me happiness. I couldn't be with her. I wouldn't allow it and now she is with someone else. I'm OK with that. She was still that key that opened my gilded cage that woman poet talked about. I'm still miserable and self loathing but I can work on that. I can work on me. When I thought about forgetting what I learned and marry and have kids I wanted to die as I sat and sobbed. I don't know where my future is, but I know I experienced a hope in the dark.
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The poem I was talking about is this by maya angelou
A free bird leaps on the back of the win and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and is tune is heard on the distant hillfor the caged bird sings of freedom The free bird thinks of another breeze an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. |
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WOW! I love it ... Thanks for sharing
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