Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby

I can see your arms
Bloodied and bruised
That's strange, little sister
Mine were like that too

I know you scream
When Daddy's there
Hush, little sister
I know you're scared

I can see the way
He's hurting you
I'm sorry, little sister
He did that to me too

I know that people
Ignore what's going on at home
That makes me angry, little sister
You shouldn't have to be alone

Hey, little sister
You wanna know why I'm not there?
It's a sad story, little sister
But people should care

You see, little sister
One day Daddy got high
You were asleep in your crib
So you didn't hear my cry

He screamed at me
And smashed my head against the door
While you slept, little sister
I died on the floor

You know, little sister
I don't think that I would have died
If someone had only bothered
To listen to my cries

But hush, little sister
Daddy's coming home
Quick, get into bed
You don't want him to find you alone

I'm sorry little sister
He's in a bad mood
Run while you can

Uh oh little sister
He's lifting his belt
Scream while you can, little sister
Call for help

Hush little sister
You don't need to cry
No one can hurt you
You're in my arms tonight.

IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE, COPY THAT POEM INTO YOUR PROFILE!

Johnny brought a gun to school, He told his friends that it was cool, And when he pulled the trigger back, It shot with a great crack.

Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told, I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!

But Mommy, when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye, I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.

When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another, And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.

Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much, And please tell Chris; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.

And tell my little sister; That she is the only now, And tell my dear sweet Grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now,

And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best, Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better then the rest.

Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class, And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass.

Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this, Mommy, warn the others, Mommy, I left without a kiss.

And Mommy, tell the doctors; I know they really did try, I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry.

Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest, But Mommy, please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest.

Mommy, I ran as fast as I could, When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if you would, I'm not coming back.

I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new, I guess I'm not going with Daddy; On that trip to the new zoo.

I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid, I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live.

But Mommy, I'm must go now, The time is getting late, Mommy tell my boyfriend, I'm sorry, but I had to cancel the date.

I love you Mommy, I always have, I know; you know it's true, And Mommy all I wanted to say is, "Mommy, I love you."

--In Memory Of The School Shootings-- If this poem touched you in any way, please pass it on. And even if it didn't, pass it on just for the memory of the innocent children.

You Know You're a Book Addict If:

You can randomly open to a page and know exactly what's going on.

You write fanfictions about the book.

You try to get all of your friends (and everyone else) to read your favorite books.

Everything reminds you of the book.

You quote random lines all the time.

You try to do things that the characters do, even though you know you can't.

You've gotten incredibly bored in class, and debated on doing something your favorite character can do to escape the class.

You've got a book memorized.

You've read a book more than five times.

You've read a book with 400 pages in less than two days.

You've planned and prepared a siege on a writer's house because he/she killed a character you like.

You hate it when someone calls your favorite character fictional.

You blatantly deny it when someone calls a character fictional.

I am a book addict and proud of it!!! If you are one too, copy and paste this on your profile.

Fear

You aren't scared of the dark. You're scared of what's in it.

You aren't afraid of heights. You're afraid of falling.

You aren't afraid of death. You're afraid of dying.

You aren't afraid of the people around you. You're afraid of rejection.

You aren't afraid to love. You're afraid of not being loved back.

You aren't afraid of letting go. You're just afraid to accept the reality that they're gone.

You aren't afraid to try again. You're afraid of being hurt for the exact same thing.

Dad Poem

At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it all over his lap.

When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.

When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.

When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion. You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.

When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You thanked him by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you how deeply he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country.

When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him . You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART. Never take your dad for granted, you have no idea what you are missing. Love him and thank him while he's alive.

If you truly love your dad, post this to your profile.

REMEMBER WHEN

REMEMBER WHEN
getting HIGH meant swinging at a playground?
the worst thing you could get from a boy was COOTIES?
MOM was your hero
and DAD was the boy you were gonna marry?
when your W0RST ENEMIES were your siblings
and RACE ISSUES were about who ran fastest?
when WAR was a card game
and life was SIMPLE and CAREFREE?
remember when all you wanted to do
WAS GROW UP?

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
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'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.

If you're against abortion, re-post this.

You May Be A Writer If-

1. Every time you hear a song, you think of a new story or one you've already written.

2. You have the last chapters of a story done before even thinking of the characters names.

3. You often imagine your books becoming movies.

4. Spell check is your best friend.

5. You give even the smallest of characters a huge background.

6. You hesitate before killing of one of your favorite characters.

7. You smile really big when your gonna finally write a character love scene.

8. Every time you read something, you make your own story of the same thing.

9. You'll spend an hour trying to find one word cause you won't dare use a synonym.

10. Not being able to write is like not being able to pee to you... you just can't hold it in for so long.

11. You write so fast, you leave out words in a sentence.

12. You have to tell at least one person your whole story before it's even written.

13. Things that are written bad annoy you and make you want to re-write it better.

14. You laugh at jokes you wrote yourself.

15. You can spell words like 'troublesome' but can't spell 'the' half the time.

16. If you're note writing or typing, your fingers are moving constantly.

17. You talk to yourself... constantly.

18. You forget what day it is when you're writing.

19. When you have to write some sort of story in class, you get carried away.

20. You would rather die than use words like 'good' or 'nice' and etc.

21. You put off the last chapter of a story simply because you don't want it to end.

22. You start to cry when writing about a death or other depressing event you knew was coming, and you are the one writing it.

23. When on a roll, you will ignore hunger, sleepiness, or the urge to pee until you run out of ideas.

24. If a story, movie, show, etc. finishes without closure, you have a powerful need to write a suitable ending.

25. You like to fidget, tap, or chew on the tip of something when you are trying to come up with a new sentence, paragraph, chapter, or story.

26. You are in love with the Thesaurus.

27. You dream about your stories.

28. You dream of new stories.

29. You often revisit some of your old stories.

30. Someone can call your name twenty times without you hearing if you're writing.