Wednesday, May 24, 2006
*~*~*Sarah*~*~*
*~*~*Sarah*~*~*
My name is Sarah
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 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.
This sickens me to my soul. I am asking you to take the time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like Sarah's dad do live in our society, and I pray for child abuse to whither and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth. As crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know.
Please forward if you are *~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~
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That breaks my heart. I don't understand why people hurt children. I know we all lose patience but not to that extent. Wonder what these people have to say when they meet their Maker? She wouldnt be quiet? She wet her pants? I had a bad day at work? I drank too much? No excuse is good enough!
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