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Friday, October 9, 2009
It is Your Duty to Pass this on!! DONT DELETE PLZ
When i saw the heading " It is your duty to pass this on " my first thought was .... dont tell me my duty !! grrrrr On opening i agree , even tho it did turn my stomach !! ..
I know this is horrific to read and see, but if it helps to stop child abuse, we must all pass it 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. 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.
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.