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15 April 2007

Found a poem from Gwen's Happy House Book.
It's a poem of a child being abused la.
Very sad.
Anyway I'm in Gwen's house now LOL.

My name's Sarah
I am but three
My eye's swollen
I cannot see

I must be stupid
I must be bad
What else could have made
My Daddy so mad

I wish I'll better
I wish I'll 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'm awake
I'm all alone
The house in dark
My folks aren't home

When my Mommy does come
I'll try and be nice
So maybe I'll just get
One whipping tonight

Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car!
My daddy's back
From Charlie's bar

I hear him curse
my name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall

I'll try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry

He found me weeping
He shouts ugly words
He says it's my fault
That he suffers at work

He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more
I finally get free
And I run for the door

He already locks 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 Dadd6 continues
With more bad words spoken

"I'm sorry!"I screamed
But it is much too late
His face have been twisted
Into unimaginable hate

The hurt and pain again and again
Oh please God have mercy
Oh please God please
Let it end!

And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor

My name's Sarah
I am but three
Tonight my Daddy
MURDERED me...

To hell to child abusers.