What is that smell? The wind blows and with it is more than the normal garbage particles wafting in the wind. Today... Its more bitter. I have smelled it before, but can't place my finger on it.
Another casualty of no education, poverty, and abuse. Another baby was left rotting in garbage. This is now normal. It used to bring me to tears. Now... I just wonder when it will stop and how. Who is going to step up and intervene.
There are hundreds of people around the world that want to adopt... And others due to severe circumstances... They throw their babies away.
If you had been gang raped would you want it?
If you had been the girl in the cage that was sold out to the higher bidder and got pregnant because of it... Would you want it?
If you, had been the child kidnapped as you walked home from grinding the corn to make the tortillas.
If you had been daddy's little princess, but the game was taken just a bit too far.
What if it was you that was leaving your high school prom and the head of the neighborhood game caught a glimpse of your beauty and decided to take you home and leave you cuffed until you no longer serve a purpose.
Would you want it? In the midst of the violence and when your spirit has been stripped from you are you going to desire the special gift that the lady in church calls a blessing from God? Or would it be like the torture package sent to you from the depths of Hell?
Who is going to help? When? How?
They don't need someone to judge them. They need someone to intervene and help.
Another casualty of no education, poverty, and abuse. Another baby was left rotting in garbage. This is now normal. It used to bring me to tears. Now... I just wonder when it will stop and how. Who is going to step up and intervene.
There are hundreds of people around the world that want to adopt... And others due to severe circumstances... They throw their babies away.
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| This is the sixth baby I have been told about this month. I can't imagine how many more are being missed. |
If you had been gang raped would you want it?
If you had been the girl in the cage that was sold out to the higher bidder and got pregnant because of it... Would you want it?
If you, had been the child kidnapped as you walked home from grinding the corn to make the tortillas.
If you had been daddy's little princess, but the game was taken just a bit too far.
What if it was you that was leaving your high school prom and the head of the neighborhood game caught a glimpse of your beauty and decided to take you home and leave you cuffed until you no longer serve a purpose.
Would you want it? In the midst of the violence and when your spirit has been stripped from you are you going to desire the special gift that the lady in church calls a blessing from God? Or would it be like the torture package sent to you from the depths of Hell?
Who is going to help? When? How?
They don't need someone to judge them. They need someone to intervene and help.
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