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P-R-I-V-A-C-Y 2000-11-19::23:27:33 I have only ever written one poem in my life that I feel I have the right to be proud of. It isn't even a real poem. I made it out of my magnetic poetry calendar word choices. All of the words have to deal with the universe or the seasons, and are just typical rhyming words. But somehow, last winter, I came up with this: Winter chill whispers her breathy song across the roaring earth- "Come Spring, dance, and tell me your secrets." Any good? I thought so. JAlsup told me she liked it too, although she was probably just saying that to be nice. It's ok, I thank her for sparing my feelings. Anyway, the point is, this is the only creative thing I have ever written in my life. Ok, I didn't really write it, maybe the only creative thing I have ever strung together is more correct. The point is that I am proud of it. Well, I came home from Alpena today, after seeing JAlsup's play and the first thing I notice is that someone has been in my room. How do I know this? Because my calendar with my poetry on it is lying on my bed, all the words in disarray. It's not really a big deal, I know the poem by heart, and I put it back together in less than a minute, but I am pissed because I specifically asked my mom not to enter my room this weekend. I had been x-mas shopping and hadn't hidden the presents well, so I didn't want her in there at all. But, she was, and well, it just made me realize just how little privacy I have here. I really have to get out of this house. I hate it here. I love my mom and my brother. But I just can't stand to be trapped here anymore. Plus, things are not well with my step-dad and I. I feel like an outsider in my own family, and I really think relations would improve if I got out of here. So tonight I looked up apartment listings on the internet, and I was happy because I was finding studio apartments in my price range. I was going to wait until August to move out, but now I am out come May. May is my goal. I really hope I can do it. Right now I am listening to Jeff Buckley in the dark. I have a candle lit, and that combined with the glow from my monitor are enough to allow me to see to type. I can't wait until the day I can sit on my own couch, and sing along to Jeff Buckley in my own living room lit by the x-mas lights I will have strung around all year long. I am itching to get out of this house, to have my own place where I will never take for granted my privacy and freedom. |