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There are many things you may want to know about me...
There are many things you cannot see beyond what hides inside...
Ask me these things and I might give you a lil insight...

As many people have had a hard life I've had my share of broken roads too. I've been to rehab six times in the past five years. I did things that were wrong and I shouln't have done but it happens. Nothing can change you unless you make that descion yourself. You cannot always relie on ohters to make you strong. Somtimes you just gotta say hey do you really wanna live this way. I was with a guy who used to beat me leave bruises and scars all over. I used to do meth with him and it got to be really bad. While I was with him I had gottn pregnant with his son. This had made me relize I had to stop the drugs and if I didn't I would kill my child. so I did. But things just kept getting worse untill one night he shoved me down the stairs and I lost all that I had held close to me. Lifes not fair it gives and takes so much and gives so much at the same time.
I have lernt that the only way to live is to be free, be free in what you say and do. An no matter what always protect yourself, be strong weither your a single mom or in a bad reletionship. Be who you want to be not what your made to be.


<<< >>>Its wrong don't do it and don't let some one do it to you>>>If you know someone in trouble get them help>>>
Its not snitching, (like some people think) it could be helping save a life.<< >> Ya you could have more but mores not any better>>>Money mkaes people greedy>>>Drugs make pople greedy, always needing more>>>LIves your life in hope of ridin the abusers, the drugadditctions that kill each and every day>>>Most importantly just be who you want to be>>>




ABORTION

Month One
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 Two
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 Three
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 Four
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 Five
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 Six
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!! No .

Month Seven
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.

CHILD ABUSE IS WRONG-WE NEED TO CHANGE THE WORLD!

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 it's 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!
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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