THESE R MEH SISTERS

can u plz help meh i now its alot but plz donate i beg u

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Her name was Aurora She was only five This is what happened When she was alive Her dad was a drunk Her mom was an addict Her parents kept her Locked in an attic Her only friend was a little toy bear It was old and worn out And had patches of hair She always talked to it When no one's around She lays there and hugs it Not a peep of sound Until her parents unlock the door Some more and more pain She'll have to endorse A bruise on her leg A scar on her face Why would she be In such a horrible place? But she grabs her bear And softly cry's She loves her parents But they want her to die She sits in the corner Quiet but thinking, " God, why? Why is My life always sinking? " Such a bad life For a sad little kid She'd get beaten and beaten For anything she did Then one night Her mom came home high The poor child was hit and slapped As hours went by Then her mom suddenly Grabbed for a blade It was sharp and pointy One that she made She trusted the blade Right in her chest, " You deserve to die You worthless pest! " The mom walked out Leaving the girl slowly dying She grabbed her bear And again started crying Police showed up At the small little house They quickly barged in Everything was as quiet as a mouse One officer slowly Opened a door To find the sad little girl Lying on the floor It must have been bad To go through so much harm But at least she died With her best friend in her arms A child dies every day from child abuse. And if you have an ounce of pity in you for little Aurora and you hate child abuse with a passion you will repost this and help out those abused children and let them know that someone cared for them. If you don't then you should go to frikin hell, this is horrible what happened to these innocent children. It doesn't take that long to re post only about 10 seconds so please just do it. its worth it to let everyone see this. some people are so cruel... this is terrible but it happens so much we cant ignore it. Plz do post this on ur profile to help stop child abuse a poes about child abuse. My name is Lucifer. I am three. My eyes are swollen. I cannot see. I must be stupid. I must be bad. What else could have mady my daddy so mad? I wish I were better. I wish I weren't ugly. Then maybe my mommy would still hug me. I can't do a wrong. I can't speak at all. or else i'm locked up all day long. When I'm awake i'm all alone. The house is dark and my folks aren't home. When my mommy does come home i'll try and be nice. So maybe i'll get just one whipping tonight. I just heard a car. My daddy is back from Charlie's bar. I heard him curse. My name is called. I press myself against the wall. I try to hide from his evil eyes. I'm so afraid now I start to cry. He finds me weeping. calls me ugly words. He says it's my fault he suffers at work. He slaps and hits me. And yells at me more. I finally get free and run to the door. He's already locked it and I start to bawl. He takes me and trows me against the hard wall. I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken. And my daddy continous with more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!" I scream. But it's now much too late. His face has been twisted into an imaginable shape. The hurt and the pain. Again and again. O please god have mercy O please let it end. And he finally stops. And heads for the door. While I lay there motionless. Brawled on the floor. My name is lucifer. I am three. Tonight my daddy murdered me. Now I roam the underworld to help those in need. I may seen evil but I'm not. And if you read this and don't pass it on. I pray for your forgiveness. Because have to be one heartless person to not be effected by this poem. If my parents continued to beat me I will never know. But all of this just goes to show. If you copy this poem because you have nothing to do, the same thing that has happened to me could happen to you. And for you people who were affected by this peom do something about it. So I ask all of you to do this. Please pass this message on IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE! ABORTION KILLS AND IT WILL STOP ANOTHER LIFE FROM BEING TOUCHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!MONTH ONE: Mommy, I am only 4 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. 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 boy!! 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! MONTH SEVEN Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus' 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. If you're against abortion, put this in your profile A white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here." The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir....when I was born I was BLACK " "When I grew up I was BLACK, " "When I'm sick I'm BLACK, " "When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, " "When I'm cold I'm BLACK, " "When I die I'll be BLACK." "But you sir." "When you are born you're PINK". "When you grow up you're WHITE, " "When you're sick, you're GREEN, " "When you go in the sun you turn RED, " "When you're cold you turn BLUE, " "And when you die you turn PURPLE. "And you have the nerve to call me colored?" The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away.. Put this on your page if you HATE racism If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile. DON'T JUST IGNORE THIS because in The Bible it says if you deny Him, He will deny you in front of His Father in the Gates of Heaven. This is the simplest test: If you love God and you are not ashamed of it, copy this and put it in your profile. God will smile at you. =)