“Hindi lahat ng buto ay lumalaki. Para sa isang puno ng mansanas at para bumubunga ng 500 sa bawat puno kailangan natin ng 10 buto para mang mangyari ito”
Kung sa buhay kailangan natin mag aral ng 14 taon para mkatapos, at dumaan ng 20 interviews para maka kuha ng marangal at magandang trabaho, makipag usap sa 100 na tao para maka binta ng isang bahay, at masaktan ng maraming beses sa pag mamahal, hanggang mahanap at matagpuan ang isang tunay na pagmamahal.
At kung gusto natin maging tagumpay sa bawat gusto natin mangyari sa ating buhay kailangan subukan ng maraming beses at pagsikapan ang isang bagay dahil ito ang batas ng kalikasan. Wag nating kainisan ang ganitong batas dapat ay intindihin at maging karapatdapat.
Daddy it hurts
ReplyDeleteMy 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 to late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable sh ape.
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.
And you can help,
Sickens me to the soul,
If you read this,
And don't pass it on.
I pray for your forgiveness,
You would have to be,
One heartless person,
Not to be affected,
By this Poem.
And because you ARE affected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do,
Is pass this on!