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One reason why I'm going to be donating to the NSPCC

Blog: Frustrated Businessman
Posted by: knightrider45
Saturday 10th March 2007, 4:40pm

The following is a gut wrenching poem, and is by the far the worse I've ever come across. One of my American members sent me this.

Where we have the NSPCC's Full stop campaign here, American has a blue riobbon campaign. The poem below forms part of the advertising campaign over there. Please do not read on if you're going to struggle with this.

Paul

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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 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 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 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 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!
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.


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