Replaceable.Life
- Name
- Jessi
- Age
- 88
- Gender
- Female
- Location
- United States
- Joined date
- September 7th, 2008
Stories
Hold On To What's Left
Latest update: Part 1 on March 14th, 2010Waiting For The Truth To Answer
Latest update: Part 1 on February 14th, 2010
Poems
Can Someone Tell Me?
February 1st, 2010Tired
September 14th, 2009Gone Forever
September 20th, 2008
Journals
The Effects Of Boredom....
February 25th, 2010would it be so wrong?
November 30th, 2009
Photos
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Friends
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lyrical travesties.
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Homophobia is Gay:
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am not one of the lucky ones.
I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMT s stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"
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I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am not one of the lucky ones.
I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMT s stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"
If you belive repost this!
My name is Jessica Savannah Cabral, but i normally go by Jessi, sav-vy, jess, Ying(only Anna can call me that) or any other clever name you think should be bestowed upon me. I am afraid of people, but I am not anti-social. I often find myself wonder what it would be like to be hit by a train... I realize that that thought sounds "emo" or "suicidal" but Im not.. its just a wonder that I have.
I have come to the sudden realization, that people should just forget about me. Im easily replaceable, so it seems, and easily forgetable........ I'm not sure if it is something about me, or what.... but oh well such is life....like my username says...its easily replaceable.
I absolutely love my friends. They mean the world to me, and without them, im not sure where I would be, but I know it coulnd't be better than the place I am at now. xD
I absolutely adore this boy!! >> Bestestest Friend! you keep me sane and grounded, you give me a hug when i need it...even if its virtual!!! you are truly amazing. I LOVE YOU!!!
this song absolutely captivated me when i first heard it... it is a very beautiful song that everyone should listen to... Carrie Under woods Temporary Home....
Little boy, six years old,
a little to used to being alone
Another new mom and dad, another school,
Another house that'll never be home.
When people ask him how he likes this place,
he looks up and says with a smile upon his face.
This is my Temporary home, it's not where I belong,
Windows and rooms, that I'm passing through.
This is just a stop on the way to where im going,
I'm not afraid because I know, This is my Temporary home.
Young mom on her own,
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go.
She's looking for a job, looking for a way out.
'Cause a halfway house will never be a home.
At night she whispers to her baby girl,
Someday we'll find our place here in this world.
This is our temporary home, It's not where we belong,
Windows and rooms, that we're passing through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going.
I'm not afraid because I know, this is our temporary home.
Old man, hospital bed,
the room is filled with people he loves,
and he whispers
"don't cry for me, I'll see you all someday"
He looks up and says
"I can see God's face"
This is my Temporary Home, It's not where I belong,
Windows and rooms, that I'm passing through.
This was just a stop, on the way to where im going.
I'm not afraid because I know, This was my temporary home.
This is our Temporary Home.
layout by Charlatans and Saints<----------- clickity clickity this linkity link!!! you won't be disappointed!!!
I have come to the sudden realization, that people should just forget about me. Im easily replaceable, so it seems, and easily forgetable........ I'm not sure if it is something about me, or what.... but oh well such is life....like my username says...its easily replaceable.
I absolutely love my friends. They mean the world to me, and without them, im not sure where I would be, but I know it coulnd't be better than the place I am at now. xD
I absolutely adore this boy!! >> Bestestest Friend! you keep me sane and grounded, you give me a hug when i need it...even if its virtual!!! you are truly amazing. I LOVE YOU!!!
this song absolutely captivated me when i first heard it... it is a very beautiful song that everyone should listen to... Carrie Under woods Temporary Home....
Little boy, six years old,
a little to used to being alone
Another new mom and dad, another school,
Another house that'll never be home.
When people ask him how he likes this place,
he looks up and says with a smile upon his face.
This is my Temporary home, it's not where I belong,
Windows and rooms, that I'm passing through.
This is just a stop on the way to where im going,
I'm not afraid because I know, This is my Temporary home.
Young mom on her own,
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go.
She's looking for a job, looking for a way out.
'Cause a halfway house will never be a home.
At night she whispers to her baby girl,
Someday we'll find our place here in this world.
This is our temporary home, It's not where we belong,
Windows and rooms, that we're passing through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going.
I'm not afraid because I know, this is our temporary home.
Old man, hospital bed,
the room is filled with people he loves,
and he whispers
"don't cry for me, I'll see you all someday"
He looks up and says
"I can see God's face"
This is my Temporary Home, It's not where I belong,
Windows and rooms, that I'm passing through.
This was just a stop, on the way to where im going.
I'm not afraid because I know, This was my temporary home.
This is our Temporary Home.
layout by Charlatans and Saints<----------- clickity clickity this linkity link!!! you won't be disappointed!!!
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