Beccie• Show poetry

i write about how im feeling/whats going on in my life. ive been through alot and i find a need to express it...im the type that just writes down whats in my head rather then thinking about what i write overly much, its all writting from the heart.

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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 painAgain 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 I am but three,
Tonight my daddy Murdered me...

We've got to stop child abuse!!!!!!
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.

I am the girl who came out to the entire school in her senior speech and got a standing ovation for her 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 lesbian 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 gay 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 mother who punished her son for calling you a fag.

I am the one who told her preacher to shove it, when he started speaking down to her about her sexuality

I am making a difference. Hate will NOT win.

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