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At the Table

I came into the world on my parent’s hopes that I would be a boy, a girl’s name had not been chosen. There was a brief attempt of baby dresses and dolls, but Tonka trucks, footballs, and the boys soon became my playmates. 565 more words

Day To Day


A true sense of who I am meant to be,
But who am I? And what in this life is meant for me?

You see sometimes, things in this life are forgotten, 290 more words

Who I Am.

Its hard to say you’re happy when every word is a lie
Unhappy for no reason all you want to do is cry.
Your life is far from troubled, in fact your life is very good, 154 more words

Where I'm From.

I am from the yellow house, from Cottee’s Cordial and Mangoes.

I am from the house of nonsense and laughter, with floor to roof cracks, backyards made of trampolines, smelling of burnt toast and home cooked meals. 179 more words

I am...a Prayer

I am…a Prayer

Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.” Mark 11:24  

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On the eve of the eve of Christmas Eve

“Let’s get festive!” I told my family, passing them out Santa hats.

While met with a smile of reluctance from my father, he caved to my request. 595 more words