~*~*STOP CHILD ABUSE *~*~* My name is Becky I am but 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 weren't ugly Then maybe my mummy Would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All day long. When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My parents aren't home When my mummy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just get One whipping tonight. Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From falselie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door He's 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. I'm sorry!, I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor My name is Becky And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me. There are thousands of kids out there just like Becky. Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know. Please put this on your site if you are *~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*

Sad love story (plz read all.)

a very sad love story



boy- i missed u at school 2day, y weren't u there?

girl- yeah, i had to go to the doctor.

boy- oh realy? y?

girl- oh nothin, annual shots, thats all.

boy- oh

girl- so wht did we do in math 2day?

boy- u didnt miss ne thing that great.......just lots of notes

girl- ok good

boy- yeah

girl- hey i have a question......

boy- ok, ask away

girl-........how much do u love me?

boy- u kno i love u more than anything

girl- yeah.....

boy- y did u ask?

girl-................>silence<..........

boy- is something wrong?

girl- no nothing at all

boy- good.

girl- ..............how much do u care about me?

boy- i would give u the world in a heartbeat if i could.

girl- u would?

boy- yeah.........of course i would >sounding worried< is there something wrong??

girl- no, everythings fine......

boy- are u sure?

girl- yeah.

boy- ok.......i hope so.

girl- ..............would u die for me?

boy- i would take a bullet for u anyday, hun

girl- realy?

boy- anyday. now seriously, is there something wrong???

girl- no im fine, ur fine, we're fine, everyones fine.

boy- ............ok

girl-......................well i have to go ill c u 2morrow at school.

boy- alright, bye. I LOVE YOU.

girl- yeah, i love u 2, bye.

THE NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL:

boy- hey, have u seen my g/f 2day?

friend- no

boy- oh.

friend- she wasnt here yesterday either.

boy- i know, she was acting all wierd on the phone last nite.

friend- well dude u kno how gurls are sumtimes

boy- yeah........but not her.

friend- idk wht else 2 say, man.

boy- k well i gotta get 2 english, ill c ya after school.

friend- yeah i gotta get to science, ttyl.

THAT NIGHT:

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girl- hello?

boy- hey

girl- oh, hi.

boy- y weren't u at school 2day?

girl- uh.......i had another doctor appointment.

boy- are u sick?

girl- ..................

Girls

are like apples

on trees. The best ones

are at the top of the tree.

The boys don't want to reach

for the good ones because they

are afraid of falling and getting hurt.

Instead, they just get the rotten apples

from the ground that aren't as good,

but easy. So the apples at the top think

something is wrong with them, when in

reality, they're amazing. They just

have to wait for the right boy to

come along, the one who's

brave enough to

climb all

the way

to the top

of the tree

all girls copy and paste this to your page