Okay I always mess with telemarketers when they call. Listen to this.
Me: Hello?
Him: Hi, May I speak with (my mom's name here)?
M: I'm sorry, she's on a cruise with a weird guy my dad hates.
H: Seriously?
M: Well, since my dad checked into a motel for three weeks, I think so.
H: I'm sorry.
M: You should be, jerk.
H: Excuse me??
M: I called you a jerk. Now shut up.
H: You have an attitude problem!
M: And you have a telephone problem. Your reciever won't hang up.
H: I don't understand what you're saying.
M: Do you understand anything??
H: What's your mom's cell phone number?!
M: Why?? So you can track her down and kidnap her like that weirdo did??
H: EXCUSE ME??
M: You heard me! NOW HANG UP!!
H: Why are you acting like this?!
M: DEMON MOM-KIDNAPPER!!!!
H: What is wrong with you???
Okay, now I've given the phone to my mom.
Mom: Hello?
H: Ma'am? Was that your son?
Mom: Yes, what's the problem?
H: he has some issues.
Mom: Yes...
H: Whu--really?
Mom: Yes, really. he has some defective issues, there were some problems with his birth.
H: Oh--oh my goodness...I had no idea, ma'am, I'm so sorry...I didn't mean...I apologize...
Mom: What ever for? Oh no, did he answer the phone?
H: Uh, yes ma'am...
Mom: I'm sorry. he has a little problem with telemarketers. His father used to be one, until he...passed...
H: I had...no idea...I'm so sorry...
Mom: Oh, it's fine, all her fault...he'll have another little visit to the psychiatrist...more medication...
H: I-I...
Now, from the backround, I yell, "LOONEY TOON!!"
And I'm not meaning to poke fun at people with disabilities, it was just a prank on a helpless telemarketer.

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.
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