My name is Sarah
I am but three,
I cannot see,
I must be bad,
My daddy so mad?
I wish I weren't ugly,
Would still want to hug me.
I can't do a wrong
All the day long.
The house is dark
When my mommy does come
So maybe I'll get just
Don't make a sound!
My daddy is back
I hear him curse
I press myself
I try and hide
I'm so afraid now
He finds me weeping
He says its my fault
He slaps me and hits me
I finally get free
He's already locked it
He takes me and throws me
I fall to the floor
And my daddy continues
"I'm sorry!", I scream
His face has been twisted
Again and again
Oh please let it end!
And heads for the door,
Sprawled on the floor
And I am but three,
Murdered me.
There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah. And
Footnote by me...
My eyes are swollen
I must be stupid
What else could have made
I wish I were better
Then maybe my mommy
I can't speak at all
Or else I'm locked up
When I awake I'm all alone
My folks aren't home
I'll try and be nice,
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car
From Charlie's Bar.
My name he calls
Against the wall
From his evil eyes
I'm starting to cry
He shouts ugly words,
That he suffers at work.
And yells at me more,
And I run for the door.
And I start to bawl,
Against the hard wall.
With my bones nearly broken,
With more bad words spoken.
But its now much too late
Into unimaginable hate
The hurt and the pain
Oh please God, have mercy!
And he finally stops
While I lay there motionless
My name is Sarah
Tonight my daddy
Author Unknown
you can help. *Please pass this poem on because 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
It always saddens me when I hear of children being abused
or killed. Parents are supposed to love their children,
take care of them, protect them from others, not destroy
their lives. My heart breaks for these poor children. I
think when you are a parent, it affects you even more. When
my child gets hurt and cries, my heart goes out to her,
not my anger. People should know of these things, not turn
a blind eye to the child who goes to school with bruises
quite often who "is accident prone", or a child who either
is too quiet and withdrawn all the time, or who seems to
lash out at others for what seems minor things. If you suspect
something is wrong, it probably is. If you know of these
things, and sit back and do nothing, or say nothing, you
are giving it the opportunity to continue, maybe even allowing
the death of a child to happen.
Linda