My name is Lydia...Im almost 18 years old.

I got this off of JustRoamings page.

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 you're pink,"
"When you grow up you're white,"
"When you're sick, you're green,"
"When you go in the sun you turn red,"
"When you're cold you turn blue,"
"And when you die you turn purple."
"And you have the nerve to call me colored?"

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


Pass it on if you dislike any form of racial ignorance.


I think this poem could apply to me and the way people see me....but you know what I think most off ya'll can grow the fuck up and kiss my motha-fucking-ass!!!!

A girl and guy were speeding, on a motorcycle, over 90 mph on the road..


Girl: Slow down. I’m scared.
Guy: No, this is fun.
Girl: No, it’s not. Please, it’s too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.
*Girl hugs him*
Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself? It’s bugging me.


(In the paper the next day)


A motorcycle crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn’t want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him & felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.


..*..If you love someone this much put this on your site..*..

My tears are only wet remarks to you,
they mean nothing to you but a tear.
I cry for help
but only to get a glipse of my sign of lost hope.
You are my heart,
but not even you could ever see my hurt.
I am only but a person to you
not a love just a person.
I can be forgotten
as soon as i can be remembered.
If I were only smarter
maybe God would have grief for me.
Just that one smile
i have always been lurking for.
That smile is my longing
not for pain, or grief but for you to put that smile of happiness on my face.
By Me Lydia Horn