Poor Sarah
Poor Sarah — Monday, 31 July 2006
My name is Sarah, I am 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 do a wrong. I can't speak at all
Or else I'm locked up, All day long.
When I'm awake I'm all alone, The house is dark
My folks aren't home, When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll just get
One whipping tonight. I just 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
I try to hide, From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid 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 finally get free. And run to 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 am sorry!” I scream. But it’s now much too late
His face has been twisted. Into an unimaginable shape
the hurt and the pain. Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops. And head s for the door
while I lay there motionless. Brawled on the floor
my name is Sarah, I am three, tonight my daddy
murdered me. And you can help
Sickens me to the soul, and if you read this
I pray for your forgiveness
because you would have to be. One heartless person
to not be effected. By this Poem
and because you are effected. Do something about it
so all I ask you to do. Is pass this on
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE REPOST THIS TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW!!!
2006-10-17 21:44:18 GMT