I am three,
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.
the house is dark
my folks aren't home.
Don't make a sound!
I hear him curse
my name he calls
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 three,
tonight my daddy
murdered me.
There are thousands of kids out there
just like Sarah. And you can help
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 message. 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.
*~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE*~*~
4 comments:
Bless you for making this blog.
Me and my sister are 15. We read this over and over again. We are crying our eyes out because of this story. We hate those sorry monsters out there who abuse there poor child!!!! What kind of parent can sleep at night after they abused there child. We hope that child abuse would stop!!!
Love, Samantha and Tabetha Pike
Thank you so so much for this wonderful blog and I totally support it 100%.I am a Mom myself and looking at these pictures just teared me up and think about how blessed I am to have grown up in an environment/family filled with love.I am a studying child development and writing a paper about child abuse....
I hate to see a child getting abused.Why in the first place would you have a child if you know you're going to abuse it??Don't you feel like you're hurting your own self?These innocent beings deserve to be happy and be free-that's what a child should be.....
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