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hiya every1,
im lizzie white, i like writing poetry when im in the mood, i can write about mostly anything i want to, im very good writing poetry i have been through with experience, for example break-ups and cheaters.. im bubbly and confident most of the time.. anywhooo i sumtimes write poetry for my m8s who have had bad times in ther life like death or ther bf or gf cheated on them, like i say i can put anything in my poems because of my experience...anywhoo thats enuff of me...

ABORTION IS WRONG *Bold*

Month One 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 girl !! 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!! No . . .

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.

Take this and if you have a heart, place this on your page I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again. I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear. We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me. I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. I am the father who has never hugged my son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men. I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that. I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me. I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind. I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. *Repost this in your jounal if you believe homophobia is wrong.* *NO ONE should be treated badly like this* Austin: Hello is Lynn there? Mom: Sure. Hold on. Lynn: Hello? Austin: Hey. it's Austin. how was your day? Lynn: It was fine, how was yours? Austin: It was ok. ------------------------------------------------------------ ~akward silence~ ------------------------------------------------------------ Austin: Sooooo...... Lynn: Sooooo..... Austin: You doin anything tomorrow? Lynn: Nope, why? Austin: Uhh, umm, maybe, uhh, I dont know, we can, hang out or somethin? Lynn: Umm sure when? Austin: *big smile* Great! uhh, how about around 6:00pm or something? Lynn: Alright! I'll meet you over at the park then... Austin: Ok then. Lynn: Well I gotta go, but I'll see you tomorrow?! Austin: Ok, see u then.... ------------------------------------------------------------ -----next day------ ------------------------------------------------------------ *** Lynn walks over to the park and see's Austin sitting on a bench waiting for her*** Lynn: Hey, whats up? Austin: Uhh nothin, I'm happy too see you. Lynn: *smiles* Me too. Austin: Alright, how about we go take a walk?... Lynn: Okay. ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ ***As they walk she grabs ahold of his hand, Austin *smiles* as they walk through the park.*** ------------------------------------------------------------ ----starts getting dark---- ------------------------------------------------------------ Lynn: Brrr, it's getting a little cold out. Austin: Wanna go sit on the grass under a tree? Lynn: Sure. Austin and Lynn: *takes a seat near a tree while Austin holds Lynn in his arms keeping her warm * Lynn : Thank you, I feel much better now. Austin: Me too. Lynn: *giggles* Why is that? Austin: Cause I'm with you... Lynn: I'm happy with you too... Austin: Uhh, umm, ...nevermind... Lynn: No, what is it, you can tell me... Austin: It's just.... Lynn: Yea??? Austin: I feel different when I'm with you. Lynn: What do you mean? Austin: I mean, you make me wanna be with you for the rest of my life, I've never had anyone make me feel the way you make me feel... Lynn: *blushes* I feel like that too... Austin: I...I...lov..... Lynn: *leans over and kisses him* ------------------------------------------------------------ -a few moments into kiss- ------------------------------------------------------------ Austin: Uhh...*blushes* Lynn: I love you... Austin: I love you too and I always will. Austin: *holds Lynn as they look up at the stars* ** Austin and Lynn fall asleep under the stars ** ****** *********** **************** *************************** ****************************** *************************** **************** *********** ****** ****************************** *************************** **************** *********** ****** *********** **************** *************************** ****************************** *************************** **************** *********** ****** ****** *********** **************** *************************** ****************************** *************************** **************** *********** ****** 10 YEARS LATER Lynn: WORKING AS A MAGAZINE EDITOR, 24 YEARS OLD Austin: WORKING AS A MEDICAL DOCTOR, 25 YEARS OLD The two dated up until prom night where Austin asked Lynn too be his wife..... Lynn Straube is probley one of the happiest women on earth, Austin is probably the luckiest man.... ♥Repost if you just want to find that right person too fall in love with.....or u already have ♥ Avril Lavigne When You're Gone I always needed time on my own I never thought I'd need you there when I cry And the days feel like years when I'm alone And the bed where you lie Is made up on your side When you walk away I count the steps that you take Do you see how much I need you right now? When you're gone The pieces of my heart are missing you When you're gone The face I came to know is missing too When you're gone The words I need to hear to always get me through the day And make it okay I miss you I've never felt this way before Everything that I do Reminds me of you And the clothes you left They lie on the floor And they smell just like you I love the things that you do When you walk away I count the steps that you take Do you see how much I need you right now? When you're gone The pieces of my heart are missing you When you're gone The face I came to know is missing too When you're gone The words I need to hear to always get me through the day And make it ok I miss you We were made for each other Out here forever I know we were Yeah, yeah And all I ever wanted was for you to know Everything I do I give my heart and soul I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me Yeah When you're gone The pieces of my heart are missing you When you're gone The face I came to know is missing too When you're gone The words I need to hear will always get me through the day And make it ok I miss you Nobody's Listening LINKIN PARK Yo, peep the style and the kids checking for it The number one question is how could you ignore it And drop right back in the cut over basement tracks Rap stack got you back in the sub black Rewind that we just rolling with the rhythm Rise from the ashes of stylist division With these non-stop lyrics of life living Not to be forgotten but still unforgiving But in the meantime there are those who wanna talk this and that So I suppose that it gets to a point where feelings gotta get hurt And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt it goes [Chorus] (Tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me) Told you everything loud and clear (But nobody's listening) (Called to you so clearly but you don't want to hear me) Told you everything loud and clear (But nobody's listening) I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress Head full of anger, held in my chest And everything left's a waste of time I hate my rhymes, but hate everyone else's more I'm riding on the back of this pressure Guessing that it's better I can't keep myself together Because all of this stress gave me something to write on The pain gave me something I could set my sights on Never forget the blood sweat and tears The uphill struggle over years the fear and Trash talking and the people it was to And the people that started it just like you [Chorus] (Tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me) Told you everything loud and clear (But nobody's listening) (Called to you so clearly but you don't want to hear me) Told you everything loud and clear (But nobody's listening) I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress Head full of anger, held in my chest Uphill struggle Blood sweat n tears Nothing to gain Everything to fear Heart full of pain, head full of stress Head full of anger, held in my chest Uphill struggle Blood sweat n tears Nothing to gain Everything to fear Heart full of pain [Chorus] (Tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me) Told you everything loud and clear (But nobody's listening) (Called to you so clearly but you don't want to hear me) Told you everything loud and clear (But nobody's listening) I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress (Nobody's listening) Head full of anger, held in my chest (Nobody's listening) Uphill struggle Blood sweat n tears (Nobody's listening) Nothing to gain Everything to fear (Nobody's listening) Scratching Conclusion (Cu-coming at you from every side) i'M SiCK oF BeING BROKEN "My name is Sarah I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All the day long When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home. When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall. I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting 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 continues With more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate. The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor. My name is Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me." We need to STOP CHILD ABUSE!!!! Help support this and put this on your profile please... People who are/ have been abused have scars foerever... * A girl and guy were speeding on a motorcycle over 90mph on the road...* Girl: Slow down. I'm scared. Guy: No, this is fun. Girl No, it's not. Please, it's too scary! Guy: Tell me you love me. Girl: fine, I love you. Slow down! Guy: Now give me a BIG hug *girl hugs him* Guy:Can you take my helmet off and put it on yourself? It's bugging me. ( in the paper the next day) A motorcycle crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy relized his brakes broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead he had her say she loved him and felt her hug him one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die. //_* If you love someone this much, put it on your site*_// *HUGS* TOTAL!