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I am but 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 speak at all, I can't do a thing wrong
Or else I'm locked up all the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone the house is dark
My folks aren't home when my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice, so maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound! I just heard a car
My daddy is back from Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse, my name he calls
I press myself against the wall
I try and hide from his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now i'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping he shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault that he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me and yells at me more,
I finally get free and I run for the door.
He's already locked it and I start to bawl,
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 its now much too late
His face has been twisted into unimaginable hate
The hurt and the pain again and again
Oh please God, have mercy! oh 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 Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
There are thousands of kids out there just like sarah.
And you can help.
Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless person to not be effected by this story. And because you are effected, do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do, is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society, and I pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.
Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might
sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know.
Please put this on your site if you are *~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~* a little poem
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