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Tuesday, August 29, 2006
A sad little poem
I originally heard this from Dragon Chan... I thoguht it was really sad. Then a few minutes ago, I read it again at Tokyogrl's site. well... It's not as sad as i thought it once was, Is this a sing? Am i a cold hearted bitch? No, I don;t think so, I ahev a sense of closure for this, that's all...
(i don;t know the title) (Oh, and i changed it a bit...just minimal changes here and there, that's all..)
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 make
my daddy so mad?
I wish i were better
I wish I weren't ulgy
Then maybe my mommy
would still want to hug me
I can't do a wrong
I can't speak at all
Or else i'll be locked up
all day long
When i'm awake,
I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When mommy comes home,
I'll try to be nice
So maybe i'll get
one less whipping tonight
I just heard a car
my daddy's back
from Charlie's bar
I just heard him curse
My name is called
I press myself
against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
and calls me ugly words
He says it's my fault
That he suffers at work
He slaps and hit me
And yells at me more
I finally get free
I run to 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 teh floor
With my bones nearly broken
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken
"I'm sorry!" I scream
But it's much too late
His face is twisted
Into an unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads to the door
While i lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor
My name is sarah
I am but three
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
This has a message, please pass it on. For child abuse is morally wrong. I hope this has touched all you guys' hearts, it's truly a terrible tale. WHo knows, It may even be true. I know, sad thought. Sorry ot have possibly darkened your day, This was to much for me to just brush away.
ok... i'm doen with the rhyiming... i hope... c ya around!
Squeaker
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