My name is Sarah . . .

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TAKE THE TIME TO READ THIS IF YOU DONT SHAME ON YOU!!! Not my poem, please copy and paste the message to pass it on. Also Make the child's name different. And feel free to copy this change the kids name and write it as a different poem. Then this will keep reappearing so more people will notice. This is the first in a series of poems
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Unknown Author. 

My name is Sarah,
I am 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 do a wrong,
I can't speak at all,
Or else I'm locked up,
All day long.

When I'm awake,
I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home.

When my Mom does come home,
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get,
One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
From Charlie's bar

I hear him curse,
My name is called,
I press myself,
Against the wall.

I try to hide,
From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now,
I try not to let out a cry.

He finds me weeping,
Calls me ugly words,
He says it's my fault,
He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me,
And yells at me more,
I finally get free,
And run to 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 to late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable shape.

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 ,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.

And you can help,
Sickens me to the soul,
If you read this,
And don't pass it on.

I pray for your forgiveness,
You would have to be,
One heartless person,
Not to be affected,
By this Poem.

And because you ARE affected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do,
Is pass this on! 


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If you are reading this, pass it on. Copy and Paste it and make it YOUR poem. Just five minutes. That's all it'll take. Maybe less.

Reviews

[RAP]

Thank you, Maura, for sharing this. It is too true, too descriptive of the hell some innocents live in before they die. Thank God, there is a heaven awaiting them at the end of their earthly lives. Parents like this should be encouraged to give their children away to those who want children and cannot have them.

[Maura Ansley]

That is exactly what I've always thought