I used to have some poems on my profile, but I wrote them so long ago, and just now I re-read them and I didn't really like them, sorry! PS. the stuff on my profile was copied and pasted from my other profile on .

GIRLS, BOYS, GIRLS, BOYS:

Girls
are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree. The
boys don’t want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree.
Copied and pasted from 'katycullen09'.

Another poem from 'katycullen09':

A poem I am passing on about child abuse, I hope you pass it on too.

My name is Tiffany, 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 im locked up, All day long,

When im awake im 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 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 it’s 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, Hard against the 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 to 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 tiffany, I am three,
Tonight my daddy, Murdered me

You can help to stop this for others.
And if you read this and don’t pass it on
I pray for your forgiveness because you would have to be
One heartless person to not be effected
By this poem and because you are effected,
Do something about it! So all I ask you to do
Is pass this on! If you are against child abuse

If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this, because in the Bible it says, ‘If you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven'.

Copy and Pastes its;

If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this, because in the Bible it says, ‘If you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven'.

If you have ever heard of National Talk Like a Pirate day, copy this into your profile.

If you spend a lot of time wishing Hogwarts existed, copy and paste this into your account