AIDS infected; death toll rises as the seconds pass
Faces of despair outweigh the smiles
Rarely good food or water for me
I start to wonder how much more I can take
Calling on my prayers
All of you please do the same
Christina Bledsoe
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Meaningless Meeting *Nonet by Christina
Imminent Day Of His Death **Nonet by Christina
Stripped by Christina
The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment… Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.
The next day the kids came back and one by one
began to tell their stories.
Ashley said, “My father’s a farmer and we have a
lot of egg-laying hens. One time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the car when we hit a big bump in the road and all the eggs went flying and broke and made a mess.”
“What’s the moral of the story?” asked the teacher.
“Don’t put all your eggs in one basket!”
“Very good,” said the teacher.
Next little Sarah raised her hand and said, “Our family are farmers too. But we raise chickens for the meat market. We had a dozen eggs one time, but when they hatched we only got ten live chicks, and the moral to this story is, don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched.”
“That was a fine story Sarah. Michael, do you have
a story to share?”
“Yes, my daddy told me this story about my Aunt
Karen. Aunt Karen was a flight engineer in the Gulf War and her plane was hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a bottle
of whisky, a machine gun and a machete. She drank the whisky on the way down so it wouldn’t break and then she landed right in the middle of 100 enemy troops. She killed seventy of them with the machine gun until she ran out of bullets. Then she killed twenty more with the machete until the blade broke. Then she killed the last ten with her bare hands.”
“Good heavens,” said the horrified teacher, “what
kind of moral did your daddy tell you from that horrible story?”
“Stay the f#ck away from Aunt Karen when she’s
been drinking”
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Little Zachary was doing very badly in math His parents had tried everything: tutors, mentors, flash cards, special learning centers. In short, everything they could think of to help his math.
Finally, in a last ditch effort, they took Zachary down and enrolled him in the local Catholic school.
After the first day, little Zachary came home with a very serious look on his face. He didn’t even kiss his mother hello. Instead, he went straight to his room and started studying. Books and papers were spread out all over the room and little Zachary was hard at work. His mother was amazed. She called him down to dinner. To her shock, the minute he was done, he marched back to his room without a word, and in no time, he was back hitting the books as hard as before.
This went on for some time, day after day, while the mother tried to understand what made all the difference. Finally, little Zachary brought home his report card. He quietly laid it on the table, went up to his room and hit the books. With great trepidation, his Mom looked at it and to her great
surprise, little Zachary got an “A” in math. She could no longer hold her curiosity. She went to his room and said, “Son, what was it? Was it the nuns?” Little Zachary looked at her and shook his head, no.”Well, then,” she replied, was it the books, the discipline, the structure, the uniforms
WHAT WAS IT ALREADY”
Little Zachary looked at her and said, “Well, on the first day of school when I saw that guy nailed to the plus sign, I knew they weren’t fooling around.”
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Moral Dilemma :) by Christina
101 Ways To Annoy People (Hilarious!) by Christina
Poetry In Motion - To All Those Girls Who Keeping Going Back
She reluctantly reaches her hand upwards
To embrace the painfully unforgiving
Journey of his love
Christina Bledsoe
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Romeo and Juliet *Acrostic Challenge by Christina
Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me:
I loved you enough to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home.
I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover
that your new best friend was a creep.
I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours
while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.
I loved you enough to let you see anger,
disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren’t perfect.
I loved you enough to let you assume the
responsibility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.
But most of all, I loved you enough to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it. Those were the most difficult battles of all. I’m glad I won them, because in the end you won, too. And someday
when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.
Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast. When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches. And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had, too.
Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You’d think we were convicts in a prison. She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with them. She insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.
We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work. We had to wash the dishes, make the beds,
learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.
She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole
truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had eyes in the back of her head.
Then, life was really tough! Mom wouldn’t let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up. They had to come up to the door so she could
meet them. While everyone else could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16.
Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced. None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other’s property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.
Now that we have left home, we are all educated,
honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.
I think that is what’s wrong with the world today. It
just doesn’t have enough mean moms!
PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MEAN MOTHERS YOU KNOW. (And Their Kids!!!)
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