Moon Maiden
02-04-2003, 22:11
I just thought I would post this. I think the month thing is an american thing - but nonethe less something important.
April is National Child Abuse Prevention Month... help spread the following poem around:
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 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,
then 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 it's my fault 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 it's 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 children out there just like Sarah, and you can help. Please pass this poem on, because as crazy as it sounds, you might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know. PLEASE FORWARD THIS TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
MM
April is National Child Abuse Prevention Month... help spread the following poem around:
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 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,
then 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 it's my fault 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 it's 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 children out there just like Sarah, and you can help. Please pass this poem on, because as crazy as it sounds, you might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know. PLEASE FORWARD THIS TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
MM