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Don't Label Me
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I'm Not A Fucking Soup Can!

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This is not my poem I just found it and felt it was
a great way to speak out against abuse. I don't know
who wrote it but it's beautiful so I wanted to share it.
Sarah's Poem

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.

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Just so you know I'm not from Ohio I'm a country girl at heart I grew up in Alabama. I just move to Ohio in October of 2008. So let me give a shout out to my Bama folks! WHEN I SAY ALA- YOU SAY BAMA. ALA-...

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The human Body: Month 1

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 2

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 3

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 4


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 5


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 6

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!!


Month 7


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. Repost this if you have a heart and are against Abortion.

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You know you live in 2009 when...

1.) You accidentally enter your password on a microwave.

2.) You haven't played solitaire with real cards for years.

3.) The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is they don’t have a screen name or MySpace.

4.) You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the buttons on the TV.

6.) Your boss doesn't even have the ability to do your job.

7.) As you read this list you keep nodding and smiling.

8.) As you read this list you think about sending it to all your friends.

9.) And you were too busy to notice number 5.

10.) You scrolled back up to see if there was a number 5.

11.) Now you are laughing at yourself stupidly.

12.) Put this in your profile if you fell for that, and you know you did.

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Son of a Bit...

Girl: "Forgive me father for I have sinned."
Priest: "what have you done my child?"
Girl: "I called a man a son of a bit**."
Priest: "why did you call him a son of a bit**?"
Girl: "because he touched my hand."
Priest: "like this?" (as he touches her hand)
Girl: "Yes father."
Priest: "that's no reason to call a man a son of a bit**."
Girl: "then he touched my breast."
Priest: "like this?" (as he touched her breast)
Girl: "Yes father."
Priest: "That's no reason to call him a son of a bit**."
Girl: "then he took off my clothes, father."
Priest: "like this?" (as he takes off her clothes)
Girl: "yes father."
Priest: "that's no reason to call him a son of a bit**."
Girl: "then he stuck his you know what into my you know where."
Priest: "like this?" (as he stuck his you know what into you know where)
Girl: "YES FATHER, YES FATHER, YES FATHER!!!"
Priest: (after a few minutes): "that's no reason to call him a son of a bit**."
Girl: "But father he had AIDS!"
Priest: "THAT SON OF A BIT**!!!"
REPOST IF YOU LAUGHED!!

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Got A Problem With Me?
Solve It.
Think I'm Tripping?
Tie My Laces.
Can't Face Me?
Turn Around.
Wanna Mess With Me?
Bad Idea.
Want To Be Like Me?
Impossible.
Want To Have Me?
Can't. Taken.

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A girl and guy were speeding, on a motorcycle, over 90 mph on the road..
Girl: Slow down. 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 motorcycle crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn’t want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him & felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.
If you would ever do this for someone....then post this on your page asap

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Emos:
*Don’t cut them self to get attention
*Don’t always cry
*Sometimes cry because they hurt
*Are not all bisexual
*Want to be included
*Are not babies
*Don’t always date emos
*Don't label
*Want to be happy just like others
[if you support emos or are emo add this to you page]

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If you would jump in front of a bullet for your girlfriend, boyfriend,
ex-girlfriend, ex-boyfriend, best friend, family member, or just a
person you love, repost this onto your page

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