I read this and had to pass it on.
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 werent ugly
then maybe my mommy
would still wanna hug me
i cant do a wrong
i can't speak at all
or else i locked up
all day long
when i wake up
im all alone
the house is dark
my folks arent home
when my mommy does come home
i try to be nice
so maybe i'll just get
one wipping tonight
i just heard a car
my daddy is back
from charlie's bar
i heard him curse
my name is called
i press myself
against the wall
i try to hide
from his evil eyes
im so afraid now
im starting to 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 for the door
he's already locked it
i start to bawl
he takes me and throws me
against the hard wall
i fall to the floor
my bones nearly broken
and my daddy continues
with more bad words spoken
"im sorry,"i scream
but it's much to late
his face has been twisted
into an unimaginable shape
the hurt and pain
again and again
oh please god have mercy
oh please let it end
and finally he stops
and heads for the door
while i stay there motionless
sprawled on the floor
my name is sarah
i am three
and tonight my daddy
murdered me .
i pray to the gods for your forgivness
cuz you would have to be
one heartless person
to not be affected by this poem
and because you are affected
do something about it.
A/N: do something about it. whether you report someone you know who is a victim, or an abuser, whether you forward this to friends, or even just think about it. it doesnt matter what you do, as long as you acknowledge the fact that this does happen in our sick world, and that we should work to stopping it. okay the fact that this poem doesnt stop all abuse, its just here for all of you too see, and be aware of. thanks,
