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[title] => I wish I had a Y chromosome
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[bodytext] => For the past twelve years, I've been put to a test. And yes, I digress, that it is one I detest. And this story is about young boys obsessed with those things on my chest that I refer to as breasts. All the boys at my school were transformed into fools. They'd forgotten the rules, and begun to drool. And I felt I had nothing to offer the world. "All I am is an object because I'm a girl." Was a thought that rushed through my head in a whirl. "I'm not a diamond. I'm not a pearl." I've always just been a useless girl. All I wanted was value, all I craved was success. I didn't care about sex, I just cared about tests. I wanted to get A's, the boys wanted my breasts. And I finally gave in the first time I had sex. All I wanted was boys, I didn't care about grades. I was their little toy, their sweet little slave. I gave up on my goals, and let my dreams fade. It just wasn't worth it, I'd rather get laid. A few years later, something had changed. My life had been fixed and rearranged. I found someone strange who made me feel sane. A man I met who made me laugh, and smile and sing, and never look back. And I took my first step outside of my past to find a love that would actually last. It's been three years now, and going on four. I love him even more than I did before. And it keeps getting better, of this I'm sure. I can't get enough. I just want more. He is everything I'd been looking for. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 135 [topic] => 21 [informant] => ArloDisarray [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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