My House is a Safe Zone.

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
[REAL FRIENDS]: are the reason you have no food.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs
[REAL FRIENDS]: Call your parents DAD/MOM
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
[REAL FRIENDS]: Would sit next to you sayin "Damn ... we fucked up ... but that shit was fun!"
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: never seen you cry.
[REAL FRIENDS]: cry with you
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
[REAL FRIENDS]: keep your shit so long they forget its yours.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: know a few things about you.
[REAL FRIENDS]: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
[REAL FRIENDS]: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.
[REAL FRIENDS]: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!"
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Are for awhile.
[REAL FRIENDS]: Are for life.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.
[REAL FRIENDS]: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "Bitch drink the rest of that you know we don't waste."
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.
[REAL FRIENDS]: Will knock them the fuck out
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Would ignore this
[REAL FRIENDS: Will repost it





I thought I had someone for forever, but I lost her...


A boy and a girl,
the best of friends.
From elementary to high school
from beginning to end.




Through all those years
their friendship grew.
They both felt the same,
but neither knew.




Each waking moment
since the day they met.
They both loved each other
sunrise to sunset.




He was all she had
in her terrible life.
He was the one
who kept her from her knife.




She was his angel,
she made him smile.
Though life threw him curves,
she made it all worth while.




Then one day
things went terribly wrong.
The next few weeks
were like a very sad song.




He made her jealous
on purpose he tried.
When the girl asked, "Do you love her?"
on purpose he lied.




He played with jealousy
like it was a game.
Little did he know
Things would never be the same.




His plan was working
but he had no clue.
How wrong things would go,
the damage he would do.




One night she broke down,
feeling very alone.
Just her and the blade,
no one else home.




She dialed his number,
he answered, "Hello"
She told him she loved him
and hung up the phone.




He raced to her house
just a minute too late.
Found her lying in blood,
her heart had no rate.




Beside her was a note,
in it her confession.
Her love for this boy,
her only obsession.




As he read the note,
he knelt down and cried.
Grabbed her knife,
that night they both died.




She was found in his arms,
both of them dead.
Under her note
his handwriting said:




"I loved her so,
she never knew.
All this time
I loved her too."




[*If you love someone very much put this in your house*]
    

Im me deal with it as i said previously.If you dont like me because of what i look like thats your fault you know why? Cause you're a jerk if you dislike because of looks. I am a teenager i hate being labeled, i hate drugs and alcohol.I am 13.


You call me "Cracker", "Honkey", "Whitey" and you think it's OK.
But when I call you, nigger, Kike, Towelhead, Sand-nigger, Camel Jockey, Beaner, Gook, or Chink you call me a racist.
You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you, so why are the ghettos the most dangerous places to live
You have the United Negro College Fund.
You have Martin Luther King Day.
You have Black History Month.
You have Cesar Chavez Day.
You have Yom Hashoah
You have Ma'uled Al-Nabi
You have the NAACP.
You have BET.
If we had WET(white entertainment television) we'd be racists.
If we had a White Pride Day you would call us racists.
If we had white history month, we'd be racists.
If we had an organization for only whites to "advance" our lives, we'd be racists.
If we had a college fund that only gave white students scholarships, you know we'd be racists.
In the Million Man March, you believed that you were marching for your race and rights. If we marched for our race and rights, you would call us racists.
You are proud to be black, brown, yellow and orange, and you're not afraid to announce it. But when we announce our white pride, you call us racists.
You rob us, carjack us, and shoot at us.
But, when a white police officer shoots a black gang member or beats up a black drug-dealer running from the law and posing a threat to society, you call him a racist.
I am white.
I am proud.
But, you call me a racist.
Why is it that only whites can be racists?






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 mummy
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.
^^^COPY AND PASTE THIS IN TO YOUR SPACES 2 LET PEOPLE KNOW THAT CHILD ABUSE is WRONG




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