| | Blue Ribbon Against Child Abuse
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>Sarah
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>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.
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>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.
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>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.
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>
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>He's already locked it
>And I start to bawl,
>He takes me and throws me
>Against the hard wall.
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>I fall to the floor
>With my bones nearly broken,
>And my daddy continues
>With more bad words spoken.
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>"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!
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>And he finally stops
>And heads for the door,
>While I lay there motionless
>Sprawled on the floor.
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>My name is Sarah
>And I am but three,
>Tonight my daddy
>Murdered me.
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>There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah. And you can
>help.
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>It sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it
>on I
>pray for your forgiveness, because you would have to be one heartless
>person to not be affected by this email. And because you are
affected,
>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 pray for child abuse to
wither
>out
>and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.
>
>
>Please pass this poem on as a Blue Ribbon Against Child Abuse because
>as
>crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey,
>you
>NEVER know. |
| | Posted 5/18/2006 8:10 PM - 12 Views - 10 eProps - 11 comments
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