Destane's Profile

Join Date:

10/29/2008

Pen Name: Destane

• Location: Philadelphia P.A
• Name: Destane` Queen Lozada
• Preferred language: English
• School: Rhodes All Girls High
• About me:

  Hello My name is Destane` Queen Lozada and I am an writer/poet/journalist (if you can even be all of that at one time) I am as many would say a young woman, and as other would say a crazy teenage girl. I have always been the weird one out of the bunch always doing things the opposite way but in the end I am always correct (well...most of the time). As you may be able to see from my work I am not the best in grammar (and sometimes spelling) but I am getting there. I was told that since I was a little girl I had a big imagination. I could just sit and stare into space no one ever could figure out what I would be thinking about until I started writing it down on paper. I love to write and imagine. If you were a fast writer going by the rate of my imagination you would be making millions of dollars off my books. Its like another world just talking to me through my mind. I can see things that some people would never imagine it is just writing it down is what gets to me. My fingers get tired sometimes you really cant blame me. My parent really look out for my safety which is why I have so little friends and so little places I go. I like...no wait I LOVE coffee since I was a toddler. I am Porto Rican. I like to write interesting and extraordinary stories that would just blow your mind (I am just like tooting my own horn) Any who, the whole point is I like to write so stick you big (or little, you never know) brains into my work!
  
  
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  Her name was Auroura
  She was only five
  This is what happened
  When she was alive
  
  Her dad was a drunk
  Her mom was an addict
  Her parents kept her
  Locked in an attic
  
  Her only friend
  was a little toy bear
  It was old and worn out
  And had patches of hair
  
  She always talked to it
  When no one's around
  She lays there and hugs it
  Not a peep of sound
  
  Until her parents
  unlock the door
  Some more and more pain
  She'll have to endore
  
  A bruise on her leg
  A scar on her face
  Why would she be
  In such a horrible place?
  
  But she grabs her bear
  And softly crys
  She loves her parents
  But they want her to die
  
  She sits in the corner
  Quiet but thinking,
  " God, why? Why is
  My life always sinking? "
  
  Such a bad life
  For a sad little kid
  She'd get beaten and beaten
  For anything she did
  
  Then one night
  Her mom came home high
  The poor child was hit and slapped
  As hours went by
  
  Then her mom suddenly
  Grabbed for a blade
  It was sharp and pointy
  One that she made
  
  She thrust the blade
  Right into her chest,
  " You deserve to die
  You worthless pest! "
  
  The mom walked out
  Leaving the girl slowly dying
  She grabbed her bear
  And again started crying
  
  Police showed up
  At the small little house
  They quickly barged in
  Everything was as quiet as a mouse
  
  One officer slowly
  Opened a door
  To find the sad little girl
  Lying on the floor
  
  It must have been bad
  To go through so much harm
  But at least she died
  With her best friend in her arms
  
  If you hate child abuse, post this on your profile!!

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