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My name is Chris
I am three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I werent ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I cant do a wrong
I cant speak at all
Or else im locked up
All day long.
When im awake im all alone
The house is dark
My folks arent home
When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Chariles bar.
I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
Im so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault
He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to the door
Hes already locked it
And i start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken,
"Im sorry!", I scream
But its now much to late
His face has been twisted
Into a unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While i lay there motionless
Brawled on the floor
My name is Chris
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me
And you can help
Sickens me to the soul,
And if you read this
and dont pass it on
I pray for your forgivness
Beause you would have to be
One heartless person
To not be affected
By this Poem
And because you are affected,
Do something about it!
So all i ask you to do
Is pass this on!
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
PLEASE COPY AND PASTE THIS AND PASS IT








Dear Mommy,


I am in heaven now, sitting on Jesus' lap.He loves me and cries with me; for my heart has been broken. I so wanted to be your little girl. I don't quite understand what happened.
I was so excited when i started realizing my existence.I was in a dark yet comfortable place. I saw i had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping. Even from my early days, I felt a special bonding between me and you.
Sometimes i heard you crying and i cried with you. Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry. I heard daddy yelling back. I was sad and hoped you would be better soon. I wondered why you cried so much. One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I couldnt imagine why you so unhappy.
That same day the most horrible thing happened. A very mean monster came into that warm comfortable place i was in. I was so scared, i began screaming, but there was no sound. I guess they had you all pinned down, because you never once tried to help me. Maybe you never heard me. The monster got closer and closer as i was screaming and screaming. Complete terror is all that i felt. I screamed until i thought i couldnt anymore. Then the monster started ripping my arm off. It hurt so bad, the pain i could never explain. It didnt stop. Oh how i begged it to stop, i screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off. though i was in complete pain, I realized i was dying. I knew i would never see your face or hear how you loved me. I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy. Now i couldnt; all my dreams were shattered. Though i was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all. I wanted more than anything to be your daughter. No use now, for i was dying a painful death. I could only imagine what terrible things they were doing to you.
I wanted to tell you that i love you before i was gone, but i didnt know the words you could understand. And soon i no longer had the breath to say them, i was dead. I felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big, beautiful place. I was still crying but the physical pain was gone. The angel took me to Jesus and sat me on His lap. He said He loved me, and He was my Father. Then i was happy. I asked Him what the thing was that killed me.
He answered,"Abortion, i am sorry my child; for i know how it feels." I dont know what abortion is; i guess thats the name of the monster.
Im writing to say that i love you and to tell you how much i wanted to be your little girl. I tried very hard to live. I had the will, but i couldnt. The monster was too powerful. It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live. I just wanted you to know i tried to stay with you. I didnt want to leave. Also, mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster. Mommy, i love you and i would hate for you to go the kind of pain i did. Please be careful.



Love,
Your baby girl



If this story does not melt your heart then you are a sick fuck. If this story touches your heart then repost this.








A white man yells to a black man. "Hey colored boy! You're blockin my view."
The black man turned around and stood up. He then said:
"When I was born I was black,"
"When I grew up I was black,"
"When I'm sick I'm black,"
"When I go in the sun I'm black,"
"When I'm cold I'm black,"
"When I die I'll be black"
"But you sir..."
"When you're born you're pink,"
"When you grow up you're white,"
"When you're sick, you're green,"
"When you go in the sun you turn red,"
"When you're cold you turn blue,"
"And when you die you turn purple."
"And you have the nerve to call me colored?"
The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...
Post this in your house if you are against raciasim.








Love Has No Gender
["I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.


I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.



I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.



We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.



I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.



I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I
wish they could adopt me.



I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.



I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.



We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.



I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.



I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.



I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.



I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.



I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.



I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.



I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.



I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.



I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.



I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.



repost this if you belive homophobia is wrong"
]








10th grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.


11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.



Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.



Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.



A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.



Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.



moral: be who you are and say what you feel cuz those who mind dont matter and those who matter dont mind








╓»92% percent of the teen population would be dead if Abercrombie and Fitch said it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. Repost this if you are one of the 8% who would be laughing your ass off.≤╢








[12 Ways To Get To A Girls Heart-- 1. Hug her from behind. 2. Grab her hand when you guys walk next to each other. 3. When standing, wrap your arms around her. 4. Cuddle with her. 5. Dont force her to do ANYTHING! 6. Write little notes. 7. Compliment her. 8. When you hug her, hold her in your arms as long as possible. 9. Say I love you.....and MEAN IT! 10. Brush the hair out of her eyes 11. Comfort her when she cries. 12. Love her with all your heart Girls- Repost this if you think its sweet. Guys- Repost this if you would do any of it]








[FEMALE COMEBACKS!]

[Man: Haven't I seen you someplace before?



Woman: Yes, that's why I don't go there anymore.



[Man: Is this seat empty?



Woman: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.



[Man: Your place or mine?



Woman: Both. You go to yours, and I'll go to mine.



Man: So, what do you do for a living?



Woman: I'm a female impersonator.



Man: Hey baby, what's your sign?



Woman: Do not enter.
]








[ Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?
 Boy: No
 Girl: Do you like me?
 Boy: Not really
 Girl: Do you want me?
 Boy: No
 Girl: Would you cry if I left?
 Boy: No
 Girl: Would you live for me?
 Boy: No
 Girl: Would you do anything for me?
 Boy: No way
 Girl: What would you choose: your life..or me?
 Boy: My life


The Girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says...
The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind. The reason why I don't like you is because I love you. The reason I don't want you is because I need you. The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left. The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you. The reason why I'm not willing to do anything for you is because I would do everything for you. The reason I chose my life is because you ARE my life.





If you REALLY LIKE SOMEONE right now AND MISS THEM and can't get them out of your head then re-post this within 1 mintute and whoever you are missing will surprise you..
]








A girl and guy were speeding, on a motorcycle, over 90 mph on the road..




 Girl: Slow down. I’m scared.
 Guy: No, this is fun.
 Girl: No, it’s not. Please, it’s too scary!
 Guy: Then tell me you love me.
 Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
 Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.
*Girl hugs him*
 Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself? It’s bugging me.



 (In the paper the next day)



A motorcycle crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it, but
only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn’t want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him & felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.



..*..If you love someone this much put this on your site..*.








this is cool.


To realize the value of ten years:
Ask a newly divorced couple.


To realize th value of four years:
Ask a graduate.


To realize the value of one year:
Ask a student who failed the final exam.


To realixe the value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a still born.


To realize the value of one month:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.


To realize the value of one week:
Ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.


To realize the value of one hour:
Ask lover who are waiting to meet.


To realize the value of one minute:
Ask a person who has missed the train, bus, or plane.


To realize the value of one second:
Ask a person who has survived an accident.


To realize the value of one millasecond:
Ask a person who has won a silver medal in the olympics.


To realize the value of a friend:
Lose one.


Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have. You will treasure it even more when you have someone to share it with.


















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