Alright, you guys. Really hard core poem, so if you don't want to read it, don't. Child abuse. It is really emotional. I found it in the writing forums. Just goes to show you how ugly humans can be. So really. It is upsetting.
The Child Abuse Poem:
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'm awake I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come.
My parents will fight,
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 against the wall,
I try and hid from his evil eyes.
I'm so afraid now,
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping,
He shouts ugly words,
He says it's 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 it's now much to 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 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,
Has murdered me.
This is one of the reasons why I hate humans. What other kind of animal hurts its own kind? A certain spider. Something else. That's it. And humans do all this to little children who can't fight back. It makes me so ******** sick. How are the good things supposed to outweigh that?
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