MANNERS WILL GET YOU EVERYWHERE. If you don't like what I have to sell, then DON'T BUY IT, if you don't like my prices, GO SOMEWHERE ELSE, if you don't like what I have to say, DON'T READ IT. What **I** do is on me, don't send me your crybaby MM'S about how my prices are horrible or how you found it cheaper--cause guess what? I DON'T CARE LOL! It is MY item that **I** worked for and I will sell it at whatever price I feel I should! This doesn't just go for me, it goes for society as a whole.. If people were nicer and tried to be helpful instead of cutting someone down because they disagree we would live in a more peaceful world.
My name is Becky 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 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 Becky And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me.
There are thousands of kids out there just like Becky. And you can help.
Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless person to not be effected by this story. And because you are effected, 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 I pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.
Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know. Please put this on your site if you are *~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~* a little poem! You CAN make a difference!
If you are offering on one of my trades, and I am not on, I work a lot, and will get to you as soon as I can. So do not get impatient, I will look at your bids as soon as I am able to.
Do NOT offer me junk, your offer will be ignored if you do so.
Do NOT beg for my items, they are in trades for a reason, and that reason is not to give them away.
