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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 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 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.
 mthica · Wed Jun 22, 2005 @ 04:10am · 1 Comments |
