May Malina• Show poetry

Mimi May, that's me. and i am from across the globe. both my parents were killed a couple of months ago, so i decided to come here, to my friend, Marisha Maryianov. she is an amazing person. she has shining long, blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes, she is truley beautiful. i have long dark black hair, bright green eyes, and tan skin. i can change forms as i please my origonal age is 21.



here's me:
*long, strait, black hair
*bright green eyes
*olive colored skin







abilities:
*taking shapes of other ages, animals, genders, and almost anything else
*reading thoughts







my faaaaavorite ppl on Ap:
Marisha Mariaynov (idk if i spelled it right...)
Nicole Christine
Micheal John

tounge out
rofl
cry
angel
smirk
shroom ,
rant ,
poop ,
poison ,
satansmoking ,
spammer ,
ban ,
stfu ,
cuckoo ,
cool
grumpy
help
happy
wink
bye
hug
sad
evileye
roll
coffee
heart
shake ,
pill ,
oogle ,
nonono ,
alert ,
shiftyeyes ,
beer ,
cuss ,
1up ,
pacman ,
sick ,
mrt
turtle ,
borg ,
goombah ,
imwithstupid ,
alien
devil
blush
tongue *tounge*
grin
jolly
lightbulb ,
film ,
embarassed ,
email ,
dog ,
cup ,
confused ,
cocktail ,
clock ,
cat ,
camera ,
cake ,
pig
rose
other rose
shock
no
giggle
arrow ,
eek ,
question ,
dizzy ,
TA DAAAAAAAAAAH!



Month One
Mommy, I am only 8 inches 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 girl !! 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!! No .

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.

Abortion can cause alot of pain...think about the consequences and the fact that you will have guilt with you throughout your life.....Think about the babies...



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 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 top the soul,

And if you read this

and dont pass it on

I pray for your forgivness

Because you would have to be

One heartless person

To not be effected

By this Poem

And because u r effected,

Do something about it!

So all i ask you to do

Is pass this on

if you are against child abuse


SOMEBODY'S RAISING THEIR CHILD RIGHT
One Nation, "Under GOD"
One day, a 6 year old girl was sitting in a classroom. The Teacher was explaining evolution to the children. The Teacher asked a little boy:
TEACHER: Tommy do you see the tree outside?
TOMMY: Yes.
TEACHER: Tommy, do you see the grass outside?
TOMMY: Yes.
TEACHER: Go outside and look up and see if you can see the sky.
TOMMY: Okay. (He returned a few minutes later) Yes, I saw the sky.
TEACHER: Did you see GOD?
TOMMY: No.
TEACHER: That's my point. We can't see GOD because HE isn't there. He just doesn't exist.
The little girl spoke up wanting to ask the boy some questions. The Teacher agreed.
LITTLE GIRL: Tommy, do you see the tree outside?
TOMMY: Yes.
LITTLE GIRL: Tommy do you see the grass outside?
TOMMY: Yessssss!
LITTLE GIRL: Did you see the sky?
TOMMY: Yessssss!
LITTLE GIRL; Tommy, do you see the Teacher?
TOMMY: Yes
LITTLE GIRL: Do you see her brain?
TOMMY: No!
LITTLE GIRL: "Then according to what we were taught today, she doesn't have one........... "
II CORINTHIANS 5:7 " FOR WE WALK BY FAITH, NOT BY SIGHT