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I'm not that much of a complicated person, despite what most people think. I like to learn, therefore I don't like when people interrupt the teachers, when they ask illogical questions, make no sense during class, and overreact over something as silly as the teacher forgetting to put a "p" in a word she/he had written up on the board. I like to read and write, therefore I don't like to be interrupted when I'm doing either. A lot of the time, when I'm quiet, I don't want to talk to anyone. That simple. See, that wasn't so hard, now was it? Does that really sound that complicated to you? No, I don't think it does. Oh, and I can't stand it when people speak as if they are texting, and I hate it when people type like that when they AREN'T texting. It makes no sense. Stop being so dang lazy and spell out the entire word.
And learn how to spell, will you?
(I like photography. I'm training myself to be a photographer, until I can actually go to college to be a photographer. You know, get professional education in the course that I want to excel in? Yeah, that would make sense, wouldn't it?)
The white man said, "Coloured 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're 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 coloured?" The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...
(Post this on your profile if you hate racism.)
Try Not To Cry
Her name was Auroura
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 endure
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 crys
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 thrusted 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
If child abuse makes you sick and you think it's horrible and should be stopped, put this poem on your profile.
"I'd rather be hated for who I am than be loved for who I'm not."
"Real girls aren't perfect, perfect girls aren't real."
Stupidity killed the cat. Curiosity was framed.
Try not to cry:
Mummy... Johnny brought a gun to school,
He told all his friends it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great, huge crack,
Mummy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,
I went to school, I got striaght A's, I even got the gold!
When I went to school that day,
I never said goodbye.
I'm sorry I had to go, but Mummy, please don't cry.
When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another.
All because, Johnny got the gun from his brother.
Mummy please tell daddy; that I love him very much.
And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; that it wasn't just a crush.
And tell my little sister; that she's the only one now.
And tell my dear, sweet grandma, that I'll be waiting for her now,
And tell my wonderful friends; they're always the best,
Mummy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest.
Mummy, tell my teachers I won't show up for class,
And never to forget this; and please don't let this pass,
Mummy, why'd it have to be me? No one through, deserves this.
But Mummy, it's not fair; I left without a kiss.
But Mummy, it's not fair; I left without goodbye.
I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.
Mummy, I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest,
But Mummy, please remember I'm in heaven with the rest,
When I heard that great, big crack I ran as fast as I could.
Mummy, listen to me if you would,
I wanted to go to college, I wanted to tried things that were new.
I guess I'm not going with Daddy, on that trip to the new zoo.
I wanted to get married, I wanted to get a kid.
I wanted to be an actress, I really wanted to live.
But Mummy, I must go now. The time is getting late,
Mummy, tell my Zack I'm sorry to cancel the date.
I love you Mummy, I always have, I know you know it's true.
And Mummy, and I need to say is; "Mummy, I love you."
In memory of the Columbine & Virginia Tech,
Students Who Were Lost,
If you pass this on,
Maybe people will cry,
Just keep this in your heart,
For the people who didnt get to say "goodbye."