My mother always said that she preferred​ to see me with a degree in my right hand rather than a diamond on my left ring finger.
She knows education will help open a world full of opportunities for me as opposed to marriage, which in turn can close some doors for me.

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A lonely girl
With her vacant stares,
Screaming in silence
But nobody cares.

Her pain goes​ unnoticed,
No one can tell.
She smiles like an angel,
But is living through hell.

Her eyes brim with madness;
She cuts her own skin,
Her sad little smile
Fades and grows thin.

Scars on her body,
Scars on her soul.
This hateful world
Has finally taken it's toll.

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She's finally reached
a place of knowing
that she'd be okay and
that is the biggest part
of the battle, believing
that you're meant for
the good more
than the bad.

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What about the people you come across everyday? Do you care to pause and guess their story? How much do you decipher about their life from what you see?
(Continued in the caption)

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We are all prisoners
Of some memories,
Fear and disappointment.
We are all defined by
Something we cannot change.

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My weekend gratitude
Is coffee in my cup
And contentment in my soul.

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He never looks for praises
He's never the one to boast;
He just goes on giving selflessly
For those he loves the most.

When my life has turned my world
Completely inside out,
You're always there to lean on
I know without a doubt.

Whenever things go wrong
And situations are hard to understand,
I know that you will always be there
To lend a helping hand.

The years have brought a touch of gray
And some lines upon your face;
But dad even to this day,
You're my shield and my hiding place.

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I'm an abecedarian learning to love myself enough that when someone enters my life and treats me negatively, I can stand up for myself and have the strength to let them go.

I'm an abecedarian as I'm still learning that it's okay to say no to anyone who is not willing to treat me with the love and respect that I not only want, but also deserve.

I'm an abecedarian who is searching for my highest good.

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And I heard
The early sound
Of dawn's despair,
Slumber
On the wrinkled lips
Of the sea,
Like a dusted sugar grain
Of silence.
And all that was left
Was
A strand of hair
And two soft wings
Folded neatly
On a snow white chair.

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