Vanessa Wolfe• Show poetry

Hey there my name is Ella and I am nineteen. I have lived in Indiana my whole life. I'm kind of shy until you know me and then I never shut up. I love music and tap, it's my life. I have a beautiful daughter. She just turned five last month. Her name is Isabella. She is my whole world. I wouldn't trade her for anything. I am completely in love with a man named Clark. He...goodness, there are no words I can say to describe him entirely. I truly adore him. I love waking up and seeing his beautiful smile. He and I are having a child next June. If it's a girl, she will be named Melody, if it's a boy he will be named Evan.

7 Things You Or My Family Might Not Know

1. I am the second of six children. I have four sisters and a brother. Three of which are from my father and two are from my mother.

2. I used to work in a bakery. But quit in June. I am now working at Walmart as a cashier. So far I am liking this job.

3. I have a five year old daughter, named Isabella. I call her Bella or Belle. We live with my boyfriend. Belle is waiting for the arrival of a little brother or sister. She mostly wants a sister to beat up on.

4. I love taking pictures. I take at least twenty per week of various things. Nature, Belle, my bf, my nieces, nephews and two godchildren.

5. I am trying to write more poetry. I love writing poems but I have to be in the right frame of mind to write one that I actually like. I mostly write short stories. One of these days I’ll have to write a longer one and turn it into a novel and get it published.

6. I tend to think about my past experiences when I am alone. Old memories usually pop up, things my brain has tried to forget. I haven’t told anyone else about them because I am not sure if they are real or just things I have imagined. I am hoping to one day see a psychologist to unlock the true memories.

7. I am highly irrational. I keep thinking I do not deserve to have such two wonderful people such as my boyfriend and daughter. It is because of how I was raised. I never did get much love from my mother when I was growing up, still don’t. That is why each day I see Belle, I make sure to say, “I love you my sweet,” kiss and hug her with all my might.

♀ + ♂ = ♥
♀ + ♀ = ♥
♂ + ♂ = ♥
Love is love

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You know you live in 2008 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.


You Say Black
I Say Pink
You Say Paris Hilton
I say Amy Lee
You say Pop
I Say Rock
You Say I'm Weird
I Say I'm Different
(put this on your profile if you agree)

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----\\\-///----Apathetic
-----\\///-----Depressed
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80% of Americans say "I LOVE YOU".

20% actually mean it.

If you honestly are in the 20%, paste this into your profile

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[Put This On Your Page If you Were Abused Or Are Against Any Form Of It!]

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 break 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.

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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