me!!!
hello, my name is darra. i just made 16 and i live in the south, or do-nothing-ville as most of us would call it. i am generally a nice and easy to talk to. you can talk about anything with me. i am not judgmental and i do not stereo type people. i like to try to help people when they ask for it, but i mind my own business mostly. i may not be the most out-going person you will ever meet, but i am my own person. i do not wish to be like others, and would not wish others to be like me. individuality is key in this world, the last time one person tried to make everyone the same eleven-million people died. i think that if everyone just worried about themselves this world would be a way better place. most people in the U.S want a strong national government when really the first people that came to America were looking to be free from the British rule. so i say if everyone is for themselves there are fewer disagreements. i am a pretty simple person, but i can confuse you easily. i love to be with friends and meet new people. i am usually up for any plans and like to be crazy. i do however have a new 3 month old nephew that kind of runs my life now. i love him more than anything. if you want to know anything else just pm me and ill be glad to talk with you.
smile ~Abortion is wrong~
*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 Jesus' 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.
If you're against abortion, put this in your profile
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