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 mommy 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 the day long. When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight. Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie'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 I'm starting to cry 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 God, 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. And you can help.
Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless person to not be effected by this story. And because you are effected, do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do, is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society, and I pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.
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 *~*~* a little poem
Every day lots of animals are killed because of animal abuse!!!I mean they're killed by being beaten,burned,stabbed,drowned,hanged,starved,microwaved and even more HORRIBLE things!!!Some people are so sick they might even nail down an animal to something,or worse!!If we stopped animal abuse do you know how many animals we could save?Tons and Tons.So stop animal abuse!!!People that abuse animals are SICK,TWISTED,IDIOTIC,AND THEY ARE FREAKS AND EXTREMELY CRUEL AND MORE!!!You have to be stupid,stupid,stupid to abuse an animal!So stop animal abuse NOW!
Hi Mommy! I am only 3/4 of an inch long, But I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat Is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two.
Mommy, Today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me You could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.
Month Three.
You know what Mommy, I'm a boy! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too, And I cry with you even though You can't hear me.
Month Four.
Mommy, My hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine But I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes And stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.
Month Five.
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby, Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?
Month Six.
I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! Help me!
Month Seven.
Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me, Mommy?
Every abortion is just...
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak.
