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Subject: Blue Ribbon Against Child Abuse
This isn' t just reading but put yourself in the poor little gal's shoes *_* ~
> 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, cause 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.
Subject: Blue Ribbon Against Child Abuse
This isn' t just reading but put yourself in the poor little gal's shoes *_* ~
> 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, cause 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.
