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IM THE TYPE OF GIRL THAT WILL BURST OUT LAUGHING IN DEAD SILENCE FOR SOMETHING THAT HAPPENED LAST MONTH!

IM THE TYPE OF GIRL THAT LIKES TO TALK ON THE PHONE AND IM THE FRIEND I'M TALKING TO SO I DONT HAVE TO TALK.

IM THE TYPE OF GIRL THAT WILL DO ANYTHING FOR A CHOCOLATE BAR!

IM THE TYPE OF GIRL THAT DOESNT LIKE TO TALK TO HER DAD BOUT PERSONAL THINGZ!

IM THE TYPE OF GIRL THAT LIKES TO TURN ON HER STERIO AND DANCE AND SING TO THE SONG IN HER UNDERWEAR!

IM THE TYPE OF GIRL THAT IS OUT THERE AND PPL LIKE HER CAUZE SHE IS EXOTIC!

IM THE TYPE OF GIRL THAT ALWAYS GETS CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF FRIEND'S CAT FIGHTS.

IM THE TYPE OF GIRL THAT LIKES TO TALK BOUT HER FRIENDZ, FAMILY MUSIC, MY LIFE, AND MY PERSONALITY!


YOU CAN EITHER LOVE ME OR HATE ME!

SAD! Story stop now!

STOP CHILD ABOUSE PASS THIS POEM ON IT MIGHT JUST SAVE A LIFE!


My name is Becky
I am but three
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see
I must be stupid
I must be bad
What else should have
made my daddy mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly
Then maybe my mommy
would still want to hug me,
I cant speak at all
I can do a wrong
or else I'm locked up
All day long
When i awake and when i alone
The house is dark
my parents aren't home
When my mommy does come
I'll try to be nice
so maybe i will just get one
whipping tonight
Don't make a sound
I just heard a car
My daddy's back
from Charlie's Bar
I hear him curse
my name he calls
I press myself
against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm startin to cry
he finds me weeping
he shouts ugly words
he says its my fault
that he suffers at work
he slaps me and hits me
and yells at me more,
I finally get free
and i run for the door
he's already locked it
and i start to bawl
he takes me and throws me
against the hard wall
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken
and my daddy contioues
With more bad words spoken
I'm Sorry!" I scream
But now its much to late
his face has been twisted
Into unimaginbale hate
The hurt and the pain
again and again
Oh please have mercy
Oh please let it end!
and he finally stops!
and heads for the door
While I lay motionless
Sprwaled On the floor

my name is Becky
I am but three
Tonight my daddy,
murdered me!



Tons of kids go through this its painful to know how could u stop it i do not know?