You Know You Live in 2007 When...


You Know You Live in 2007 When...

1] You accidentally enter your password on a microwave.
2] You haven't played solitaire with real cards for years.
3] The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is they don't have a screen-name or MySpace.
4] You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the buttons on the TV.
6] Your boss doesn't even have the ability to do your job.
7] As you read this list you keep nodding and smiling.
8] As you read this list you think about sending it to all your friends.
9] And you were too busy to notice number 5.
10] You scrolled back up to see if there was a number 5.
11] Now you are laughing at yourself, stupidly.
12] Post this in your blog if you fell for it.. you know you did XD

Child Abuse

Child Abuse

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 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 Becky
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.



There are thousands of kids out there just like Becky.
And you can help.

post this on your blog or profile so Becky up in heaven will know that we are trying to save her.