Hi. I'm open to any reviews, good or bad... many of my stories are bad. Sorry for that. Yours sincerely, Matthew.

a black man walks into a café one early morning and noticed that he was the only black man there.as he sat down,he noticed a white man behind him. the white man said,"coloured people are not allowed here."the black man turned around and stood up.he then said:

"When I was born I was black,"

"When I grew up I was black,"

"When I'm sick I'm black,"

"When I go in the sun I'm black,"

"When I'm cold I'm black,"

"When I die I'll be black."

"But you sir..."

"When you're born your pink,"

"When you grow up you're white,"

"When you're sick you're green,"

"When you go in the sun you're red,"

"When you're cold you turn bleu,"

"And when you die you turn purple."

"And yet you have the nerve to call me coloured."

the black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...

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very sad story coming up next

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 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 heard 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 brawl,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 an 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 motionless brawled on the floor.

my name is Tiffany I am three,tonight my daddy murdered me.

and you can help.

Sickens me top the soul,and if you read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness.

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.

PLEASE.