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My Name Is Sara
This poem written by a young girl named Sara, was sent to me by a friend on the Internet. She has asked us to forward it to
everyone we could so I pass it on to you.
Please read and try to feel and understand the hells that Sara has been living within and the pain and work it will take for
here to hopefully someday heal. Child abuse does more damage then all abuses on this planet and it is the hardest to heal.
Please help us get abuse stopped.
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Sarah
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.
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 email. 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. Hey, you NEVER
know.
Please forward if you are
*~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~
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