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: I am not a poet by any means, but I was compelled to write this one. : It Is My Choice : It is my choice to be who I am : It is my choice to have given in to my older brother’s brutal scam. : It is my choice to live a life in secrecy. : It is my choice to ignore the dangers of smoking completely. : It is my choice to puff, puff and puff as much as I like : It is my choice that I do not prefer to ride a bike : It is my choice to smoke Newports boxed or lites : It is my choice to not let my mother in law know what it is like. : It is my choice to work with people who puff, puff their health away : It is my choice to live and puff another day : It is my choice to make sure my husband and children don’t see the white smoke flow from my nose and mouth : It is my choice to drive a blue car, frequently found with ashes, matches and mildew from the south. : It is my choice to avoid being the perfect person, : It is my choice if I wish to worsen. : It is my choice to be kinder to those who take and take without ever trying to give back, because they smoke without giving me any flack : It is my choice to be less than perfect, because I don’t see how it is worth it. : It is my choice to be a good home baker, because I like to sit and care for my children and be a home maker. : It is my choice to mis-understand the dedicated love from my man : It is my choice to judge and hold a grudge as long as I can : It is my choice to not give in : It is my choice to never change for the better to win : It is my choice to live life in the past because that’s what my brother wants to last : It is my choice to risk loosing a good man, because it is MY CHOICE to smoke and smoke as much as I can. : WR

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