AgingYoung

Then Bleeding By V. Martin When I was 10 I would pray to God that I would not wake up in the morning. I was living in my 5th foster home and I hated life and soon I would hate God too. If there was a God I did not like him because he did not like me. So when I started bleeding down there I thought God was finally answering my prayers. Only I was still alive! What the fuck, God? Then it happened again and I started to hide my underwear in the back of the dresser drawer. Confused and scared I kept my bleeding to myself thinking I was to die at any time, now, only I did not. Finally, I was running out of underwear. Then they, my foster sisters, discovered my secret and I was sat down to have “the talk”. It’s then that I was informed that I have become a woman and bleeding every month was the sign this had happened. They then went over the use of sanitary napkins and never to flush them down the toilet. That was it, the extent of my education on what it was to be a woman. To be clear, I wa...

  ButIAmABiggerOne By V, Martin  Believe me when I tell you that living without a family is one of the hardest and challenging nightmares a person can go through. Only you don’t get through it because it never lessens or fades because family never, or isn’t suppose to, fade or lesson. Family never goes out of style, having people never gets old. It, of course is one of the key elements to living a long healthy life. Ruling me and most other former wards of the state, out. Just another way society is reminding us not to live too long. When you are a potential drain on society, a criminal in the making, everything seems to point you in the same direction; suicide. It’s either that or go to prison for someone, or become what you and every other disposable person tries to avoid; a burden. No one makes it alone. Family is everything, without someone you are no one, the list goes on. There is nothing that says hang in there, your future is bright, you have someone one you have me. I...