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It Wasn't Enough Chap:6Stan was talking about, urmm, Wendy I think, on my left and Kenny half listening next to him. Cartman was on my right, just focused on the path in front of him. We all walked home in a straight line, as we have done on so many occasions. Not listening to Stan, I wish I had my hat with me, since it's so cold. I stopped wearing my hat two years ago in 9th grade, prior to me cutting and slightly straighten my hair. It's short enough to mange and long enough for a guy to grip on while we're doing stuff. A sudden crash made me jump. We all looked towards the sound of the noise and seeing what it was, carried on walking. A fallen down lamppost
It Wasn't Enough Chap:5Yet again I pace around my room, but this time with Stan sitting on my bed watching me. I'm going to tell them my family. Shit, what will they say? I stop in front of my mirror, looking at my reflection. I'm gunna get fat. I look down at stomach and rub it with my left hand. I hear a giggle behind me and shoot my head up, remembering Stan is still in my room. "You look like such a girl dude."
"Shut up" I mutter but smirking, while I carry on rubbing my stomach. I technically am a girl, in the inside anyway. The doctor said I was born female inside. With a womb, and my hips have always been wider then the other boys. I'm the shortest boy
It Wasn't Enough Chap:4"I was thinking, maybe you should see a doctor" I raised an eye brow at my best friend as we walked home; both Kenny and Cartman had detention for throwing paper balls at Miss Bradleys ass. Apparently, she had the best ass out of all the teachers, and I'm sure if I was into that sort of thing I'd agree, but as I'm not, I think Mr Davis has the best ass. "It's just, we don't know anything about male pregnancy dude, or female either, but that's not the point. I just think you should see a professional instead of going off what a stick says" he shrugs but I completely agree with what he's saying, I should make sure before telling anyone.
What Am I? Lingering in that photo...
In that simple shot (still, I feel the bullet there)
I look, and I see a woman.
I am not a woman.
I have never worked for a lifestyle,
given birth for an allowance
I have never truly loved a man.
I am not a woman.
I do not have the means to
to wake, feel the calling..(oh, it calls, but I do not answer)
and move, move, move
until I reach a place of
I am not a woman.
Sometimes, I still take the
of my childhood and
place it on shoulders of
HelicaseHelio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we play this huge, huge role in something important, but how can we when we don't even know what that something is? I want to be something that, that has
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