Post by solar on May 15, 2006 18:13:00 GMT -5
A CHILD ABUSE POEM
Want to hear some disturbing facts before we get to the poem?
More than 90% of child abuse cases are unreported.
A child dies every week in Canada at the hands of a caregiver.
One in three boys is physically abused in Ontario.
80% of child abuse victims know their abuser.
In the year 1993, there were more than 50,000 child maltreatment investigations in Ontario. JUST in Ontario.
Now that you are thinking on a serious note and have the full impact of how serious this issue is, read the following poem, based on a true story unfortunately.
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My Name Is 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 he 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.
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Isn't that sad, it was written after a 3 YEAR OLD girl was murdered by her father. Pass this on to every site and encourage to stop child abuse!
Want to hear some disturbing facts before we get to the poem?
More than 90% of child abuse cases are unreported.
A child dies every week in Canada at the hands of a caregiver.
One in three boys is physically abused in Ontario.
80% of child abuse victims know their abuser.
In the year 1993, there were more than 50,000 child maltreatment investigations in Ontario. JUST in Ontario.
Now that you are thinking on a serious note and have the full impact of how serious this issue is, read the following poem, based on a true story unfortunately.
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My Name Is 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 he 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.
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Isn't that sad, it was written after a 3 YEAR OLD girl was murdered by her father. Pass this on to every site and encourage to stop child abuse!
I dont see how people can be like that...