Name: Alicia

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Favorite Shows: Tmnt, teen titans, martin mystery, worlds dumbest and Ultimate Spider-Man

Favorite Things: Reading, writing stories, animals, listening to music

Other facts about me:

Height: 5'1 Hair- Dark brown (almost black) Eyes- Dark brown Family- Mom and Dad (live with), Older step-sister (lives in Florida), Older step-brother (lives in CT), Aunt, Uncle and Grandfather (lives in CT) and Cleo, my 5-year old cat (my baby girl).

Other facts:

I love music

I love reading

I love animals

My favorite sport is volleyball.

DIE HARD YANKEE FAN!!!!

Favorite colors- Blue, red, purple, orange and gold.

Favorite foods- PIZZA! Spaghetti and meatballs, cheeseburgers, fries and chips.

Favorite animal- I normally don't pick and choose between animals, I love them equally, but if I had to pick it would be the jungle cats (tigers, leopards, etc.)

-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 lullaby.

-Month Two-

Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me you could definitely see I'm a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm 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 too 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 m 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 I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I can think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?

-Month Six-

I can hear the 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? What did I do wrong?

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.

This story made me cry. If you’re against abortion, then copy and paste this into your profile.

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 parents 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 it’s 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 started 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 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,

And tonight, my own daddy,

Finally murdered me.

Child Abuse it wrong. Very, very, VERY wrong! If you agree with, copy and paste this into your profile.

See that boy doing his homework in home room?

Last night he talked His friend out of suicide.

See that young boy you had made fun of for always being sick?

He has to walk home in the snow cause his family is too poor.

The girl you just called fat?

She is overdosing on diet pills.

The girl you just called ugly?

She spends hours putting makeup on hoping people will like her.

The boy you just tripped?

He is abused enough at home.

See that man with the ugly scars?

He fought for his country.

That guy you just made fun of for crying?

His mother is dying.

Put this on you're profile if you're against bullying.

I bet 95% of you wont put this on your profile, but I'm sure the people with a heart and backbone will.