Phoenix-Star• Show poetry

A girl and guy were speeding on a motorcycle, over 90 mph on the road...

Girl: Slow dowen. I'm scared.

Guy: No, this is fun

Girl: No, it's not. Please, it's too scary!

Guy: Then tell me you love me.

Girl: Fine, I love you slow down!

Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.
*girl hugs him*

Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself? It's bugging me.

(In the paper the next day)

A motorcycl crashed into a building if brake failure. Two people where on it, but only one servied. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his brakes broke, but he didn't whant to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him and felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it ment that he would die.

If you would ever do this for someone....then post this on your page asap!!


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Join the quest to stop child abuse
and post the following poem on your page:




"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 they arrive, 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,and tonight my daddy Murdered me."
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HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG

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.

*~Repost this in your journal if you believe homophobia is wrong.\~