Quotes

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 God's 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. One more person who can never change the world.... If you're against abortion, put this in your profile

My name is LuciferI am three,My eyes are swollenI cannot see,I must be stupidI must be bad,What else could have madeMy daddy so mad?I wish I were betterI wish I weren’t ugly,Then maybe my mommyWould still want to hug me.I can’t do a wrongI can’t speak at allOr else im locked upAll day long.When im awake im all aloneThe house is darkMy folks aren’t homeWhen my mommy does come homeI'll try and be nice,So maybe ill just getOne whipping tonight.I just heard a carMy daddy is backFrom Charlie’s bar.I hear him curseMy name is calledI press myselfAgainst the wallI try to hideFrom his evil eyesI’m so afraid nowI’m starting to cryHe finds me weepingCalls me ugly words,He says its my faultHe suffers at work.He slaps and hits meAnd yells at me more,I finally get freeAnd run to the doorHe’s already locked itAnd i start to bawl,He takes me and throws meAgainst the hard wallI fall to the floorWith my bones nearly broken,And my daddy continuesWith more bad words spoken,"I’m sorry!", I screamBut its now much to lateHis face has been twistedInto a unimaginable shapeThe hurt and the painAgain and againO please God, have mercy!O please let it end!And he finally stopsAnd heads for the doorWhile i lay there motionlessBrawled on the floorMy name is LuciferI am three,Tonight my daddyMurdered meNow i roam the underworld,to help those in need.I may seem evil,but i'm not.And if you read thisand don’t pass it onI pray for your forgivenessBecause you would have to beOne heartless personTo not be effectedBy this PoemAnd because you are affected,Do something about it!So all I ask you to doIs pass this on!IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE

Her name was AurouraShe was only fiveThis is what happenedWhen she was aliveHer dad was a drunkHer mom was an addictHer parents kept herLocked in an atticHer only friend was a little toy bearIt was old and worn outAnd had patches of hairShe always talked to itWhen no one's aroundShe lays there and hugs itNot a peep of soundUntil her parentsunlock the doorSome more and more painShe'll have to endureA bruise on her legA scar on her faceWhy would she beIn such a horrible place?But she grabs her bearAnd softly cry'sShe loves her parentsBut they want her to dieShe sits in the cornerQuiet but thinking," God, why? Why isMy life always sinking?"Such a bad lifeFor a sad little kidShe'd get beaten and beatenFor anything she didThen one nightHer mom came home highThe poor child was hit and slappedAs hours went byThen her mom suddenlyGrabbed for a bladeIt was sharp and pointyOne that she madeShe thrust the bladeRight in her chest," You deserve to dieYou worthless pest! "The mom walked outLeaving the girl slowly dyingShe grabbed her bearAnd again started cryingPolice showed upAt the small little houseThey quickly barged inEverything was as quiet as a mouseOne officer slowlyOpened a doorTo find the sad little girlLying on the floorIt must have been badTo go through so much harmBut at least she diedWith her best friend in her arms