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Friday, December 31, 2010

A mother understands what a child does not say

I had been reading biography every now and then.
I had just finish the book that Eloise gave me as Christmas present. :3
I don't understand why some parents treat children so cruelly.
In fact, why did some adults treat children so cruelly?

My tear will start rolling down my cheek every time I am "inside their story".
They are just children, they can't do anything much to the adults.
All they want were love and care from the parents.
Why did they do such a thing to those poor kids?
What's wrong with their fucking mind?

THEY ARE JUST CHILDREN FOR GOODNESS SAKE!

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ALL THOSE ABUSIVE HUMANS?

YOU AINT A PIG OR A LION.

YOU ARE A FUCKING HUMAN WHO SHOULD KNOW WHAT IS RIGHT WHAT IS WRONG.

If I get filthy rich in the future, I will build a children shelter for those kids.
They will get love and care.
If anyone in my shelter fuck up, that adult that fuck off and die in hell.

I wish they are loved by someone.

Below is a story I saw online.
It's fucking sad.
Don't read if you have a weak heart.
FUCK THOSE ADULTS.
MOTHER FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT.

BLUE RIBBON AGAINST CHILD ABUSE

My name is Sarah,

I am 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 three,
tonight my daddy
murdered me.

There are thousands of kids out there
just like Sarah. And you can help.

When I read this, it make me want to hug them and tell them everything will be fine.
It make me want to get them out of the house.

iI you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, because you would have to be one heartless person to not be affected by this message. And because you are affected, do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society, and pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth. Please pass this poem on as a Blue Ribbon Against Child Abuse because, as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life.

I AM AGAINST EVERY SINGLE KIND OF ABUSE ESP CHILD ABUSE.

SERIOUSLY! PICK SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE!

Labels: Blue Ribbon Against Child Abuse, CHILD ABUSE, Child Abuse Biography

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