Warning: This poem is emotional and talks of child abuse. It may be upsetting to anyone who has been affected by child abuse in the past.
This poem is being distributed around the net and being put up on various websites in the hope that it will make people think about it, and, just maybe, save some children's lives.
SARAH'S POEM
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.
Every day thousands of kids just like Sarah are killed at the hands of one
or both or their parents. And you can help. 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. The young ones cannot help themselves....if
you suspect a child is in danger, please do not look the other way, we can
make a difference. Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might
sound, it might just indirectly change a life.
This poem is being distributed around the net and being put up on various websites in the hope that it will make people think about it, and, just maybe, save some children's lives.
SARAH'S POEM
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.
Every day thousands of kids just like Sarah are killed at the hands of one
or both or their parents. And you can help. 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. The young ones cannot help themselves....if
you suspect a child is in danger, please do not look the other way, we can
make a difference. Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might
sound, it might just indirectly change a life.
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