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. Please put this on your site if you are *~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~* a little poem
Originally posted by: brightlightstar
Here's another one that touched me even more deeply...
Her name was Auroura, She was only five: This is what happened When she was alive. Her dad was a drunk, Her mom was an addict. Her parents kept her Locked up in an attic. Her only friend was A little toy bear. It was old and worn out, And had patches of hair. She always talked to it When no one was around. She lays there and hugs it, Not a peep of sound- Until her parents unlock the door. Some more and more pain. She'll have to endure A bruise on her leg, A scar on her face. Why would she be In such a horrible place? But she grabs her bear And softly cries; She loves her parents, But they want her to die. She sits in the corner, Quiet but thinking, God, why? Why is my life always sinking? Such a bad life For a sad little kid. She'd get beaten and beaten For anything she did. Then one night, Her mom came home high. The poor child was hit and slapped As hours went by. Then her mom suddenly Grabbed for a blade. It was sharp and pointy, One that she made. She thrusted the blade Right in her chest: "You deserve to die, You worthless pest!" The mom walked out, Leaving the girl slowly dying. She grabbed her bear And again started crying. Police showed up At the small sad house. They quickly barged in... Everything was quiet as a mouse. One officer slowly Opened a door To find the sad little girl Lying on the floor. It must have been bad To go through so much harm. But at least she died With her best friend in her arms.
god saw you were getting tired and cure was not to be so he put his arms around you and whisperd come to me the golden gates stood open god knew you needed rest his garden must be beautiful for he only takes the best it broke our hearts to lose you but you did not go alone for part of us went with you the day god called you home.
