The Painful Truth.

Today this post is going to be a little different. This is something that was sent to me by someone on FaceBook and it really inspired me.

The other day while I was on facebook,I came across something that someone had sent to me. It was a poem called "Daddy It Hurts". It was a very sad and beautiful poem that me think deeply. The poem was about a child called Chris. It basically said that every time his parents come home they would hurt him. He would beg for his life but it would not work. At the end of the poem it tells you that the parents had beaten Chris so bad that one day they finally murdered him.

Even know this was not a real story it still made me very sad to know that things like this does happen everyday. It happens when people lease expect it. It is said that at least 5 children everyday die from child abuse. It is a horrible thing,but it does happen.

It also makes me very mad. I believe that if you have a child, you should treat it like it is your own life. Now,I am not a parent so maby I have the wrong look on this,but I do have cousin and I do watch my friends kids and I would never in a million ,billion years hurt or smack a child. It is so wrong. I mean for heaven sakes they are Innocent souls they do not do anything to anybody. No one deserves to be hit but especially a child. What gives people the right to do something like that.?

Well like I said,it does happen and it happens everyday. Read the poem and you will know what I am talking about. Maby one day we can stop child abuse for good.If you read this poem you will know why I wrote this blog and why I was so sad after reading it,Especially if you are a parent. The poem is here down below.


"Daddy It Hurts".

My name is Chris,
I am 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 do a wrong,
I can't speak at all,
Or else I'm locked up,
All day long.
When I'm awake,
I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come home,
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get,
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
From Charlie's bar
I hear him curse,
My name is called,
I press myself,
Against the wall.
I try to hide,
From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now,
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping,
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault,
He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me,
And yells at me more,
I finally get free,
And run to 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 it's now much too late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable shape.
The hurt and the pain,
Again and again,
O please God, have mercy!
O 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 Chris,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.

Keep It Clean.

I am obsessed with keeping things clean. In fact, it drives me crazy when I see a table that has stuff all over it or things on the floor or even things that are out of place. It just drives me insane.

When I was younger, I did not mind it. I mean I was little so I would just through things all across the room or come home and take off my shoes and socks and it would be one shoe and sock going one way and one going the other way. Now that I am an adult I just can not understand how I did that.

I am always telling my boyfriend,when you he gets something out, put it back where it was. I make sure that I have my clothes in a certain order in my closet, and I have my pantry in a certain order, I even organize my cd's in my car.

Is it a women thing or is it just me that likes to make sure things look good 24/7. I mean I can take a little bit of un organized mess,but there is times when I have to pick up and clean up and do all that cleaning stuff, you all know what I mean.

So what I mean is, keep it clean not only in our homes but in our world as well.

Words Like No Other.

When I was growing up I always got told a quote that applies to ever one, and my grandparents said it to me all the time. The quote was "You Can Be Any Thing You Want To Be". It many not seem like such a great quote to some people, but to me It is the greatest quote in the world. It helped me when I was in grade school and It is helping me now.

It's kind of weird how when we are little we don't really pay attention to what are parents and grandparents say, but then 20 years later we realize what they said back then can help you in your everyday life and be so special.

When I was little, I would tell my family I wanted to be so many things when I grew up. I told them that I wanted to be anything from a nurse, to a doctor, to a dancer and I actually took dance lessons for 4 years then I decided that I did not want to be a dancer so quite dancing and every time my grandparents would tell me " you can be anything that you want to be". It took me the longest time to figure out what I wanted to be. I tried so many different things and it took me really into high school to figure out what I wanted to take up.

I have always had a love of art, so I am trying to learn more about art as well as my other subjects in college. I just believe that you may not be able to figure out what you want to do with your life when you are younger and it may take you a little while to decide what you want to do, but when you figure it out, just run with it. Take it as far as you can take it and soar with it and don't let anybody stand in your way, from your dreams.