About

ok so my name is amber and i love this game you can finde me on myspace (good luck)
dont ask me out you arent hot enough-lol(maby u are who knows)
dont ask me to give you my number ill decide if youe worth it or not(jk i probably would)
i would really like it if you didnt send chain letters I HATE THOES!!!

dont ask me to give you my number or email adress. again youre not good enough to have those lol

A PETS TEN COMMANDMENTS.

1. My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.
2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.
3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.
4. Dont be angry with me for long and dont lock me up as punishment. You have your work your friends your entertainment but I have only you.
5. Talk to me. Even if I dont understand your words I do understand your voice when speaking to me.
6. Be aware that however you treat me I will never forget it.
7. Before you hit me before you strike me remember that I could hurt you and yet I choose not to bite you.
8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps Im not getting the right food I have been in the sun too long or my heart might be getting old or weak.
9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too will grow old.
10. On the ultimate difficult journey go with me please. Never say you cant bear to watch. Dont make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there because I love you so.<3

Read this poem
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 Im sick Im BLACK When I go in the sun I’m BLACK When Im cold Im BLACK When I die ill be BLACK. But you sir. When you are born youre PINK When you grow up youre WHITE When you’re sick you’re GREEN When you go in the sun you turn RED When youre 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 discrimination

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 ones around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound
Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
Shell have to endore
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
Shed 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 dieing
She grabbed her bear
And again sgarliced 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
Lieing 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