Seleena


 * The abortion wars**

words we use or ought t use when talking about specializing, abortionist, pinkish fluid, unborn child, the emotional confusion. conflicted but confident You have to be proud of what you do. balance competing emotions.

Newsweek, a party to the abortion wars by Sarah Kliff October 12, 2009


 * Prisoner**

She is always telling me what to do. does she care? I don't think so but then again she knows so. She says this is for your best. how does she now she is not me! he could care less as long as i show respect. don't get me wrong he is the prison guard but she is the warden. We all can't be perfect just let me be me and you can be yourself. choose your own path I will choose mine. i know you care an that you me but i need to be me so stop the yelling and I'll be good. I promise!

I am curly sue a rock fan a devoted Leo-maniac a fabulous killjoy a daughter friendly yet shy a night owl I am Kayne west's heartless a musician a sister a friend a prisoner of war I am a proud soldier in MCRMY!!! I'm hug-able but watch out i bite I Am my own worst enemy
 * I Am**


 * You Say I Say**

You say I'm quiet i say I'm loud You say I'm shy i say I'm observant you I'm white i say I'm Puerto Rican You say i don't know i say i do

why do i care what you say? Who are you to tell me who i am and who I'm not? why should you bring her down or him

I say you're me you say you're not

i say i don't like you you say you don't care but do you? i think you do better yet i know you do. you say this i say that who tells the truth? Is it you? is it me? is it anybody?


 * The jail house**

Driving up to the smooth paved road kids running and laughing my mouth as big as a shark eating it's prey the opening door uninviting The prison warden watching and waiting the prison old and falling apart the walls white and cold Hundreds of rooms to lock us in

The yellow buses on my territory the immature kids stomping on my land The yells and screams hurt my ears my doors opened waiting for them to come my eyes watching and ears listing I'm getting old and pale I'm so cold the best part of my day is when the brats leave