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my name is miranda abell and i live in cincinnati,ohio.I write poetry about what i or other people have gone through so dont be too cruel.
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I am bisexual and many people judge me for that before they get to know me...i think if this is a free country like evrybody says then we should be able to love whoever we want.
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"At that time, I was living at 409 E 100 st., near-right side.
He told me so often how good Human flesh was
I made up my mind to taste it. On Sunday June the 3-1928 I called on you at 406 W 15 St. Brought you pot cheese- strawberries. We had lunch.
Grace sat in my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her.
On the pretense of taking her to a party. You said Yes she could go.
I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out.
When we got there,I told her to remain outside. She picked wildflowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off.
I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them.
When all was ready I went to the window and Called her.
Then I hid in a closet until she was in the room.
When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run downstairs.
I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mamma.
First I stripped her naked. How she did kick-bite and scratch.
I choked her to death,
then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat to my room,
Cook and eat it.
How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven.
It took me 9 days to eat her entire body.
I did not fuck her though
I could of had I wished.
She died a virgin."
-Albert Fish (Brooklyn Vampire)
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some qoutes i have made and heard:
"love is like a battlefield"-unknown
"life is like a cloud,just floats on by"-me
"pretend like youe not hurting me because in the long run you really set me free"-me
"love is like a photo,it develops in the dark"-my friend brent harperee
"life will end but there is no end to time"-Dark Lotus::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
ABORTION IS WRONG!!
In September 1993, Brenda Pratt Shafer, a registered nurse with thirteen years of experience, was assigned by her nursing agency to an abortion clinic. Since Nurse Shafer considered herself "very pro-choice," she didn't think this assignment would be a problem. She was wrong. This is what Nurse Shafer saw:

"I stood at the doctor's side and watched him perform a partial-birth abortion on a woman who was six months pregnant. The baby's heartbeat was clearly visible on the ultrasound screen. The doctor delivered the baby's body and arms, everything but his little head. The baby's body was moving. His little fingers were clasping together. He was kicking his feet. The doctor took a pair of scissors and inserted them into the back of the baby's head, and the baby's arms jerked out in a flinch, a startle reaction, like a baby does when he thinks that he might fall. Then the doctor opened the scissors up. Then he stuck the high-powered suction tube into the hole and sucked the baby's brains out. Now the baby was completely limp. I never went back to the clinic. But I am still haunted by the face of that little boy. It was the most perfect, angelic face I have ever seen."

But what about if the baby had been aborted at a younger age.. say 6 weeks? When the baby is this young, doctors use the Saline Method, where they inject a salty saline solution into the mother's womb. You would think it would just poison the baby, but it actually burns it to death. Even though the baby is so young, on ultrasounds of the abortion, the fetus is seen pulling away from the poison as it is injected.. obviously wanting to stay alive.(The baby is intelligent enough to move away from the pain..but the child can't escape it)


Think about that before you say that unborn children can't feel pain.


PASS THIS ON IF YOU BELIEVE ABORTION IS WRONG.

Life is life, no matter how small.
A baby cries for it's first and last time when it's aborted
You can deny but its true
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STOP CHILD ABUSE!!


My name is Sarah 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 Sarah And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy Murdered me.

We need to stop child abuse!
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Every 7.5 seconds a woman is beaten by her husband or boyfriend.

Every hour 12 women are raped.
That is almost 300 each day/10,000 each year,
that are reported.
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*I promise you my heart*
*I promise you my life*
*I promise we'll never be apart*
*I promise not to hurt you*
*I promise to never make you cry*
*I promise to always trust you*
*I promise not to lie*
*I promise you forever*
*I promise you tonight*
*I promise you my respect*
*I promise to do things right*
*I promise to always be there*
*I promise until the end*
*I promise to always love you*
*I promise to be your best friend*
*I promise you my love*
*I promise you my life*
*I promise this forever*
*I promise our friendship is my life*
*your the PEANUT to my BUTTER*
*your the STAR to my BURST*
*your the M to my M*
*your the POP to my TART*
*your the MILKY to my WAY*
*your the FRUIT to my LOOP*
*your the MILK to my DUDS*
*your the LUCKY to my CHARMS*
*your the ICE to my CREAM*
*but mostly....
*your the BEST to my FRIEND*

?SEND THIS TO 13 OF YOUR closes FRIENDS (INCLUDING ME) IF YOU GET IT BACK
1-U HAVE BAD FRIENDSHIPS
2-U STILL SUCK
3-U R A GOOD FRIEND
4-U HAVE REALLY GOOD FRIENDSHIPS
5-UR 1 OF THE BEST PEOPLE IN DA WORLD"
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my AP family-http://allpoetry.com/brazos
dad:brazos-most wonderful dad you could ask for

AP mother- http://allpoetry.com/stavykm

sisters:
snow white queen-http://allpoetry.com/snowwhitequeen
waste of breath-http://allpoetry.com/wasteofbreath
she is a wonderful person that is just like me when i was younger and i would like to help her with her problems
vampyre bloodlust- http://allpoetry.com/vampyrebloodlust
she is an amazing poet,i love her work and she is a great person!
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I am the guy who came out to the entire school in his senior speech and got a standing ovation for his courage.
I am the girl who kisses her girlfriend on the sidewalk and laughs at those who glare.
We are the couple who planned and studied and got a damn good lawyer and BEAT the state that wanted to take our child away.
We are the ones who took martial arts classes and carry pepper spray and are just too dangerous to gaybash.
I am the transgendered person who uses the bathroom that suits me, and demands that any complaining staff explain their complaint to my face in front of the entire restaurant -- and shares with my other trans friends which restaurants /don't/ raise a stink.
I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her girlfriend over for dinner.
I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag.
I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is the definition of a true follower of God.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am making a difference. Hate will NOT win.
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