Child Abuse
03:21:58 - Nov 24 2006
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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 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,
"Please God, 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
And the poor child was beaten
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 started crying
Police showed up
At the small little house
Then quickly barged in
Everything quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the 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
A child dies every day from child abuse. And if you have an ounce of pity in you for little Auroura and you hate child abuse with a passion you will repost this in your journal and help out those abused children and let them know that someone cared for them. It doesn't take that long only about 10 seconds so please just do it. I am sharing this journal entry from my friend Madlyn wont you do the same Please. Its for the children
It really has become apparent to me over the short time I have allowed myself to open to the world around that so many find safety in a belief system that allows them to say that they are doing as all should do under their circumstances which will leave them more comfortable and not as community of individuals but as a machine of like minds and in doing so place judgement on the rest of us who are able to have a unique non confomative thought which has allowed us to be so diverse and beautiful in the past. It makes me wonder how far would we really have come if this way of thinking stood true 2000 years ago ? Who is the dictator for this way of thinking and am I doing the same in having these thoughts of individualism ?
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no it doesnt to want to be an individual is a good thing it shows you can think for ones self
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