Sumaira McCloud

Why did you do it? Was it worth it? You not only hurt me, you hurt my future. I am never going to be the same. What about me was so tempting that you had to fuck it? I was only ten. I was innocent. I am innocent. But you tried to take that away. You wanted power? You felt like you got it. Guess what? You dont have power. You have the opposite. You claim you couldnt control yourself. That's weakness. Everyone knows that. Being in control means being able to say NO to your disgusting self. Youre below an animal. Was it my blond hair? Is that what youre attracted to? Or was it the way my face got red after I ran from the mailbox back into the kitchen? Did you want to be up close and personal? Did you need to feel alive? You know most people just get tattoos. But not you, you'd rather ink my privates with your own God given needle. Your huge, filthy, undeserving needle. I hate what you did. I hate that God allowed it to happen. If there is a God, why would He allow pain and suffe

I don't know you yet, nor do I know if you'll be a baby boy or baby girl. What I do know is that I think of you a lot and wonder what kind of child you'll be. Each time I log onto my least favorite social networking site, I am bombarded with other people's creations of little boys or little girls. I am genuinely happy for them, but it scares the living shit out of me. In order to meet you I'll have to most likely PUSH you out of me, seeing as I dont plan to have a C-section. I want to know so badly what you will look like. I already imagine a tan, darker complextion because of your father. I want you to know so much yet I want to protect you from it all as well. You arent even here yet. Im going to bring you into a world of hate, disgust, and racism, but you will rise above it all. You being bi-racial will be a beautiful thing in itself. I pray you are born healthy and perfect, but if God has other plans I will be the best care-taker anyone has ever seen. Whethe

A few months ago, I heard through friends about a new Taylor Swift song. I almost always know all her music, so when people said the title "Ronan", I was shocked I wasn't familiar.  It turns out, she wrote this song over a year ago about a little sweet boy who had cancer. She stumbled upon a blog online of a mother, Maya, who was blogging daily about her child and their journey with his cancer.  Taylor Swift was really touched by the blog, and contacted Maya herself to ask permission to write a song about her son and sing it during the Cancer Awareness program this year in September. Maya (as I read in her blog ) was shocked and speechless, but touched. She said yes and also met up with Taylor and helped her write the song. She told Taylor stories about her son and his favorite toys. All to help with the lyrics of this beautiful song. I heard the song on YouTube , and I was so incredibly sad. I knew it was a true story which broke my heart even more. The little

Read the title. Now read it again! People! People who work, make this your job motto inside your head. UNDER PROMISE. OVER COMPENSATE. It'll make you look fabulous. Are you aware of a skill or job that you are able to do? Keep it a secret. The more your co-workers know about you, and what you are able to perform, the more they will then expect out of you and judge. Keep your skills and natural joy a secret. Example:  Restaurant:  Let's say you have a natural happiness and enjoyment for cleaning. The minuete someone finds this out, all future cleaning projects and assignments will go your way. Sure, you're not pissed because you love cleaning and find this fun, but the other assholes are doing less work now. The usual responsibilites and shifting duties becomes altered. You are now cleaning captain. And you don't want that. Keep it fair, keep it moving! It doesn't get any simpler than that. -ssr