hey i'm sarah. i'm not the happiest person in the world but i'm getting there.
someone told me to pass this on so i am.
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.
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 email. 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. Hey, you NEVER know.
Please forward if you are
*~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~*
no i didn't add my name to it so please do not change it.
a friend e-mailed me this poem as a chain letter today, and it made me sick what they put a the end of the poem. it wasn't what i have. read the next part.
"There was once a little girl named Chelsey Mcaun.
She was killed in1933, by a homicidal maniac who
buried her alive while chanting a satanic
chant.Those were the words spoken, and now you
have read them...Anyonewho reads the chant will
meet this small child. In the middle of the night,
she will be on your ceiling, as you sleep, she
will suffacate you as she was suffacated.. Unless
yousend thisto at least 20 people before tommorow,
so she will leave you be. Some guy read those
words, yet he didn't believe it. So he
didn't send it. The very next day, his
parents found him lying DEAD on his bed"
i think thats bull-shyt!!!
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