-I read this poem and had to pass it on.
My name is sarah
I am three
My eyes are swollen,
I cannot see.
I must be bad,
What else could make
Daddy so mad?
I wish I was better.
I wish I weren't ugly
Then, maybe my mommy
would still hug me.
I can't do a wrong
I cant speak at all
Or else I'll be locked up
All day long.
When I wake up.
I'm all alone.
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home.
When mommy comes home.
I try to be nice,
So maybe I'll just get,
One beating tonight.
I heard a car.
My daddy is back,
From Charlie's bar.
I hear him curse,
My name is called.
I press myself,
Against the wall.
Trying to hide,
From his evil eyes.
I'm so afriad now,
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping,
Calls me ugly words.
He says it's my fault,
He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me,
And yells at me more.
I finnaly get free
And run for the door.
He's already locked it.
I start to bawl.
He takes me and throws me,
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the ground.
My bones nearley broken.
My daddy continues,
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!" I scream.
But it's much to late.
My face has twisted,
Into an unimaginable shape.
The hurt and the pain,
Again and again.
Oh, please, god have mercey,
Oh, please, let it end.
He finnaly stops,
And heads for the door.
I stay there, motionless
Sparawled on the floor.
My name is sarah.
I am three.
And, tonight, my daddy
Murdered me.
And you can help,
Sickens me to the soul.
And if you don't read this
And pass it on,
I'll pray to god,
For your forgivness.
Because you would have to be
One heartless person
To not be affected
By this poem.
And if your affected,
Do something about it.
I ask you two things:
Spread this around to others,
This story god's drawn.
If your against child abuse
PLEASE PASS THIS ON
