My poems and things

Her name was Sarah

My name is Sarah

I am but three,

My eyes are so swollen

that 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 mommy does come

Itry to 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 hard 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

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 yell

but it's much to late,

his face has been twisted

into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain

again and again,

Oh please god have mercy

Oh please god 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 but three,

tonight my daddy

has murdered me.

Now think about this, there could be someone who abuses their child(ren), and they might vew your stuff, and read this poem, and learn the error of there way, BUT if its not there, it possible that they will murder their child(ren) like in this poem. Now do you want a child to die because of your laziness? And if YOUR a child abuser, put yourself in their shoes, read this poem about 50 times, put yourself in Sarah's shoe, read it again 10 more times, put youself in your childrens shoe ONCE AGAIN, and then see if you still want to hit you child(ren). Oh and I would suggest that anyone reading this poem also put the part that I'm adding. Anyway thanks for eading and possibly(hopefully) reposting it. bye