7 Appeals to Moms from Women Without Children

This was an awesome read. Coincidental, as I just had a mini "dinks" conversation. I love my daughter A TON, wouldn't trade her for the world and I feel like I'm a damn good mom. I feel like I've managed to keep a balance of being a good mom and still being an individual, as well. "The grass is always greener...." right?

There is nothing wrong with living your life for you, as much as there is nothing wrong with living your life for your kids. I'm just always the eclectic asshole, that tries to do both. I will never withhold from my daughter, so that I may have more. Her needs and wants will always come first and I'll go without, if need be. However, I'll sure as hell work harder so that we both can have as much as possible out of life. She knows she's number one, but she also knows mommy is a human being and an individual too.

Disgusted

Wow! Attention idiots that STILL protest outside of Planned Parenthood:  1. It's 2011 and you still haven't won this fight. Don't you think it's time to let it go?  2. Decades have passed and you're STILL uneducated. Girls and women attend for more reasons than to just have an abortion. They offer a variety of HEALTHCARE services for a fraction of what hospitals charge. It's pretty great if you're uninsured.  3. I'd love to know what skeletons you have locked up in your closets, that are so terrifying, you have to spend your Saturdays telling other people they are going to hell.

I'm going to hell? I had a procedure to monitor for cervical cancer because I am uninsured. You're lucky you're 60 and I have self control....

Untitled and Unlabeled

They think the darkness will swallow me whole.
Because I'm enraged and deranged I will sell my soul.
Because I'm angst ridden and hidden, I'll eat the bullet.
Just because my finger is on the trigger, doesn't mean I'll pull it.

They believe Satan will feast off my flesh.
Because I've neither proclaimed nor denied religion yet.
Because I'm lost and distraught, I'm damned to hell.
Just because my spirit soars free, doesn't suggest I do what I do solely to rebel.

They feel I can't survive the realism of society.
Because I don't care how the public views me.
Because I look a bit different from the rest.
Just because I look as I do, doesn't imply I'm worthless or senseless.

They see a depressed and sinister soul within my writing.
Because I am obviously, nothing more than the surface they reach.
Because it is easier to judge what one cannot comprehend.
Just because it's more diverse, doesn't give way to offend.

I have never claimed the labels placed upon me.
I am not my material possessions or my money.
I am not my style, my clothes nor my shoes.
I am not the music I enjoy listening to.

This is me...this is who I've grown to be.
In money, I see irrational greed.
In style, I find comfort and security.
In music, I feel inspiration and empathy.

My writing is my passion...my expression...my release.
I am an imaginative pragmatist...free and deep thinking.
I view the world in different shades and tones.
I appreciate the poetic beauty residing in the shadows.

Take a look at me now...a real good look.
I am not the worm strung from the hook.
Look at yourselves...you are the insignificant bait.
Simplistic bias minds, bound to one dreadful fate.