Just A Little Something I'm Proud Of.....

"Decades of published studies in psychology, social science, and medicine have shown that children raised in, for example, fatherless families, on average, suffer in every measure of well-being. They have higher levels of physical and mental illness, educational failure, poverty, substance abuse, criminal behavior, loneliness, and physical and sexual abuse."

I grew up without a father... I am definately mentally and physically stable. I do exceptionally well in school; I get A's and never lower. I am involved in so many school-related activities and I still keep up. I work to get things I want and need and I have an amazing mother to help, we are not in poverty. I have never drank or done drugs and I do not plan to in my lifetime. Some or possibly many people think that this idea is dumb but it is a moral I value very highly and I am sticking to it. I am no criminal and I do not behave like one. I am not lonely. I have such amazing friends that actually care. To me, it is hard to believe that someone would actually care about me and I am so grateful for them. As for physical and sexual abuse goes... not me. I would never intentionally hurt someone, especially a girl. I have the deepest respect for girls - women. I would never hurt a girl, ever. Another very strong moral I have is that I will not have sex until I am married. I do not believe premarital sex is right. It is something I will never do. Again, some may disagree but this is what I believe.

It is definately hard growing up without a father. There are just so many things one does not get to experience, learn, and just simply do. One day I will have my own children - I cannot wait. I will never abandon them, I will never neglect them, I will never regret them. I will always be there for them. I'll be their foundation, the foundation I never had. I built my my life, my "structure", upon sand. I fought hard to keep stable and not crumble and succumb to my "fate." I am my foundation, I am my structure.

See? I have overcome my own "impossible, statistical" barrier. I am my own person, not bound by the mistakes, actions, and words of others.

A poem of a fatherless poet..

LONELY CHILD

Torch is passed

No mystery

Behind the consternation

On my furrowed brow

Trudging through the minefields

Longing for completion

Sacred glimpse of home

Seeking love

Unconditional

Revelations

Rare

Hurdles

Monumental

Taking time to change

Soaking up the truth

Behind these bedroom eyes

Lonely child remains

Selfish in such longing

Unbiased bulletin

Forgive

My insecurity

Indulge

My fragile passion

Accept

My humble plea