Adam's Apple
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- Apr 25, 2004
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Someone put together a poem about the whole tragedy of child abuse. Sorry that I don't know the source. I received it in one of those "round robin" e-mails that people send to other people with similar interests.
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 want to hug me.
I can't speak at all, I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up all 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 and shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault that he suffers at work.
He slaps me, hits me and yells at me more,
I finally get free and run for the door.
He's already locked it and I start to bawl,
He throws me hard 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 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! Please let it end!
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.
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 want to hug me.
I can't speak at all, I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up all 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 and shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault that he suffers at work.
He slaps me, hits me and yells at me more,
I finally get free and run for the door.
He's already locked it and I start to bawl,
He throws me hard 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 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! Please let it end!
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.