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The little boy said "Whatever you can do, I can do better!" So thats what he did, he grew up being better than any man he ever met.
Then he met a girl who wouldnt be beaten. No matter how hard he tried, he couldnt beat her. So, instead of beating her with test scores and wits, he beat her with his fists.

hit hit hit.

his anger was his knife, his frustration his energy.
All of this, went on behind the protectors back. It wasnt their fight, no point getting involved.

hit hit hit.

My question to you:
who are you, the little boy who couldnt belive that a girl could be better than him.
the girl that because of her sex, wouldnt fight back, or call for help.
Or are you the protector, who ignored what was happening, and turned their back on the fight?





Let me tell u a story:
there once was a girl, of 13 yrs, and every morning she woke up at 5:00am, before the sun, got up to make breakfest for her 3 brothers, 2 sisters and her father. being the oldest girl, she was in charge of the houshold. At breakfast, her father said his food was burnt, and when she said that she was sorry, and she would make him some more, he hit her across the face.

latter that day, as she was walking 6km to reach water, she was stopped by 4 men. they hit her to the ground, bound and gagged her, and shoved her into their dilapildated old truck and drove off. no one on the streets would trouble themselves over her. while they raped her over and over again, she cried and pleaded for mercy. but never did she fight back. she she was only a female. and a poor one at that. she was not impotant enough.

6 weeks later, her youngest sister while playing with her dolls, found her body by the side of the road, still bound and gagged, and duped like rubbish. Beaten and mutilated, but not enough not to be able to tell who she was.

this is not an uncommon story. many women go through this, and worse. we can not allow this to go on. we have to change it. we are the change, and if we dont change it, no one will. No one will clean up our messes. no one but ourselves.

Its your choice to make, but which ever one you choose, you will have to live with.




here is a story of a group of women, who instead of facing the inquisition they killed themselves. as a group, they walked into the sea, and never came out again.





ANYWHO!!! anyone who reads this page should really check out my Allpoetry sister, Angelica de Morte. shes an AMAZING poet, and a great friend, and has great taste in music thanks sis. for being such a great friend, and english lit buddy!!! Luv you!! and i'll see u at skool!

check out her poetry.here is her page, http://allpoetry.com/Angelica%20de%20Morte so u better all go on it!!!!



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.\~






I miss you Lisa, and I love you Dan. where ever you are, you deserve to be happy. thanks to both of you.