Thoughts About Dickinson and Seventh Grade
There are so many things that I don’t give a chance. I wonder if I do that with people as well. I’m well on the path of Emily Dickinson – not by writing poetry, but on shutting out the world, especially people. It’s coincidental because I remember wanting to be just like her when I was in 7th grade.
Like most of the American population, 7th grade was a tough year for me. I write that not because the more common issues a pre-pubescent teenager experiences. I write that because I haven’t had an ordinary life – in actuality, life has been like one long Lifetime Network film. I have experienced all major types of abuse (physical, emotional, verbal, and sexual), neglect, incest, rape, alcohol and drug addicted parents, domestic violence, mental illness (my own and that of my loved ones), three miscarriages, failed engagement, unknowing mistress, my father is a murderer as is my ex step-father, my mother is an ex-convict
On this day..
- Restless - 2008
- Another Threesome - 2007






