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Bridget ♥
Member since:
September 18, 2006
October 05, 2009 06:54 PM EDT
(Updated: October 05, 2009 07:43 PM EDT)
There were very disturbing photos included with this poem when I received it as an e-mail. The photos were disturbing and made me sick to my stomach. I'm just sharing the poem because even without the photos, it gets the point across!
While not all child abuse cases are justified, I still think it's better to be safe than sorry. CHECK, double check and ask questions! Not all cases of child abuse result in physical death but they do result in mental and emotional death! SO SAD!
I'll never understand why, but this stuff happens.
IT'S OUR DUTY TO PASS THIS ON
BLUE RIBBON AGAINST CHILD ABUSE
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. *~ JOIN THE FIGHT AGAINST CHILD ABUSE ~*
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, because 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.
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Comments: 8
I believe people knew very WELL how bad my homelife was. I mean, it's a rare thing for a school to call a family and tell them to KEEP their daughter HOME when she is sick... and as I've gotten older I've realized it was the most likely reason I was treated as "special" by so many teachers.
It is a terrible, terrible thing... I just wish it were easier to know which ones were the ones that needed intervention sometimes....
I know someone that I'm very close to that was abused as a child and the stories are horrific. In this case, nothing was done and it just makes me sick!
(HUGS) to you!
My husband went through child abuse when he was younger. His dad would come home drunk and start crap with him all the time.
When we had our son i was afraid that would happen to my son. But it never has and never will.
Love your kids!!!