StopTheAbuse

Stop The Abuse

My name is Sarah

I am but 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 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 mommy does come


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.


Author Unknown

There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah. And
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

Footnote by me...
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is too quiet and withdrawn all the time, or who seems to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

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