My Name Is Sarah
Written By Gayle Jones Staples
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 speat 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 dady is back from Charlies 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 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 brawl, he takes me and throws me against the 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 it's now much too late, his face has been twisted into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pan 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.
Written by Gayle Jones Staples
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Too many sensles deaths of men, women, boys and girls are occuring all over the world. Abuse doens't have a color, it comes in all colors, all races, all sizes,.
Abuse doens't have a economic preference, rich and poor their blood is the same!
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