Secrets
Confessions Of a Biracial
I walked down the hallway with a tense sensation that consumed me. The dark feeling of a knot in my stomach is brewing. Soon as I walked in, she spotted me. Her eyes scanned me from the top of my head to my feet. She was ready to find any sense of weakness or flaw to exploit me. Waiting to devour me, Like a lion to its prey.
By Stormy R Seal4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom,
Dear Mom, I wanted to write you because I feel that it's so much easier to express my feelings through writing than it is verbally communicating. I can see my thoughts before I have to say them out loud and edit what i'm thinking. I wanted you to know that I always knew I was gay. I knew when I was so young, when I didn't even know that gay was such a thing. I didn't know anyone who was gay, I didn't know that it was even a thing to be gay, but I knew that I thought girls were pretty, and there times I caught myself thinking about having a crush on girls.
By Shay Gross4 years ago in Confessions
WHEN LOUD IS NOT ALLOWED...
Vocal.Media.com has CHALLENGED me to CONFESS ALL MY DIRTY SECRETS... about the many mothers both well known and not in my life that have always guided... or politely tolerated... this LOUD, LITTLE GIRL who continues to meticulously WEAVE her way back and forth from "The Heights" of the South Suburban Chicagoland Region to "The Point" of the Northeastern Indiana Border...
By Unlisted&Twisted!4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom
Dear Mom, It was back in 2006 when you wrote me a letter. I had carried that one for quite sometime with me. You have written to me often since we lived thousands miles away across the Pacific Ocean. Most of the letters were little things in life - where you went to have lunch with your best friend, what you did yesterday, or how you spent your Sunday.
By Ayumi Hino Gerads4 years ago in Confessions
That Lump was Real
About the time we were packing up boxes to move you from your home of fifty-five years to another part of the country, I felt a lump. In my breast. I told my sister about it, your older daughter, who was helping me pack all your dishes and tablecloths and mounds of linens and platters and purses and hats and oh so many books and all the things that made you, you.
By Marilyn Davenport4 years ago in Confessions
AMA I have healed.
Dear Mums, Feliz dia de las madres. You know you fucked up when u got knocked up with me. Too bad I did not come with a warning label. I can only imagine the worry and heartbreak I may have caused you. The messes I made and the headaches. Bet you were not expecting that. But We would not be living up to the typical dynamics of a mother-daughter relationship if we were not toxic to each other. Like two same-sided magnets, we became. at such a young age I was. I remember that day, but I’ll get to it later. After that day, resentment, anger, frustration, and love all at the same time is what I lived in. Just in case you would ever want to know. With all these emotions garnished with hormones, you must have lost hair. Party girl teen, what to do? I can only imagine mom. I commend you for not unaliving me. I came out of that time into adulthood in one piece. You did your job. Celebration? Little did you know your job was not done.
By aysha valenzuela4 years ago in Confessions
My Eerie Dreams That Foretold My Life Episodes
Dream 1: I was being shot up into the high sky Soothing music, soft yellow lighting, cozy interior, quiet place. Anyone could feel calm and relaxed in such an environment. I was in a facial center ready to pamper myself.
By Life Lesson4 years ago in Confessions
Things I've Never Admitted To You
Dear Mom, I made you a promise once that I didn't understand at the time. However, it seemed to matter more than anything in the world. When I made the promise, I couldn't have known why you asked it of me. So, on this day, your birthday, and before it is mothers day, I am going to share things with you that I haven't shared before.
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Confessions
