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Warning! If you are a sensitave person, please do not read. Just copy it and add it onto your site. STOP CHILD ABUSE! FULL STOP!
My name is Sarah.....I am three,
My eyes are swollen,I cannot see,
I must be stupid,I must be bad,
why 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 When my dad comes 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.
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.
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 but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah. And you can help.Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless person to not be effected by this story. And because you are effected, 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 I pray for child abuse to wither out and die,but also pray for the safety of our youth. Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound,it might just indirectly change a life. 1.5 Million children in the uk suffer from at least one of the four types of child abuse. Please put this on your site if you are*~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~* baCk iT uPP *~XxX Child Abuse XxX~*
Run Awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
