"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.
*Please pass this poem on 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

*weeping, weeping*

Consider it forwarded wench!

TY for sharing!

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Minds are like parachutes. They only work when they are open.

~Thomas Dewar~

You're welcome. Abuse & neglect are a problem in this state especially. It's the one time our clannishness is a detriment.

You bring tears to my eyes.....


I constantly wonder why God lets this stuff happen, what good can come from a child's suffering?


SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo sad


BORU

will pass it on!

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Don't pet the sweaty things!!!!

I hate child abuse as a sufferer of it myself. It wasn't as severe as the poem but it meant I lived in fear as a child.

God doesnt let it happen, people make it happen.

I swore to myself I would not do it to my children and I have kept that pledge. I wanted my children to love their father not fear him.

So the first thing anyone can do is to take that pledge and keep it.

OMG, how sad. Consider it forwarded.

My kids are 8 and 12 now, but I remember when they were 3,
if I felt myself losing control, I'd put them in a safe place and tell
them that mommy needed a time-out. I'd go into another room until I calmed enough to deal with them in a safe way. Since then I've always tried to separate my issues from their behavior.

They will have enough of their own issues to deal with, without
heaping mine on top of them too !!!!!!

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What is essential is invisible to the eye
Only with the heart can one see rightly.

We live in a sick, twisted, cruel world.

But at least people aren't burying their heads in the sand so much.

I, myself, have never been abused, nothing I remember. But my mother was sexually abused from the age of 5 up til she left home, her father would also physically abuse her. She doesnt know that I know about it, but you can tell, when you see something about child abuse on TV, the way her face turns. Tears in her eyes.

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I didn't say it was your fault. I said I was going to blame you.

"Mommy needs a time out" - That's a great way to handle things, Pussy Willow. When I have kids, I'll definitely use that one!

When I was a young teen, I was babysitting a 10-month-old with colic. Constant loud crying. At one point, I had to put her in her crib for a few moments for a break but strike at her in anger? Never!

How can parents blame their kids for their problems? Sad

There's just too many "adults" now that have never learned that violence doesn't solve all problems. Especially when it comes to children. Then there's the other type, bullies that should never have had children in the first place. My Aunt's ex-husband falls into this catagory. Thanks heavens she finally got a judgement against him and the youngest 3 kids no longer have to go on the visitations. He was abusing them and molesting the twin girls. They don't want to press criminal charges because the girls would have to be witnesses and they still can't talk about all that happened. They don't have to return until their therapist feels it's safe to do so. That won't happen. So, they're safe finally. All because my Aunt kept her eyes and ears open and worried about her children. Believe me, we're still praying for the kids.

I work in social services... and altho I deal with the child support issue... I see children brought in almost daily entering the Foster Care system... children who are soooo young... and are in obvious emotional pain... it just breaks my heart....

we do live in a cruel world

Every adult that shows any caring for a child is helping that child. I've seen it w/my parents. Just letting the neighbor kids hang around and watch Dad work on the car, "help" mow the lawn, just ask questions, it breaks my heart to see them looking elsewhere for the attention they should be getting from their parents. Mine are just great people.

I also used to work in social services. Luckily for me with adults. I also worked for Head Start. You see things that just make you want to cry.