I have an acquiantance who is a Christian, and has an annoying habit of circulating emails with a moral message (that's fine) but all too often they have a strap line that says 'circulate this or we'll have to pray for your soul's forgiveness' or some such, which I really object to.
In this instance I am going to post the message because it really moved me and is important, but please don't take notice of the request that follows unless you want to.
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*~*~*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 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 saysits 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.
There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah.
And you can help.
Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and
don't pass it on, I pray for your forgiveness, cause
you would have to be one heartless person to not be
effected by this e-mail. And because you are effected,
do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do,
is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that
this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad
do live in our society, and pray for child abuse to
wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of
our youth.
Please pass this poem on as a blue ribbon against
child abuse, because as crazy as it might sound, it
might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER
know.
Please forward if you are
*~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE*~*~*
In this instance I am going to post the message because it really moved me and is important, but please don't take notice of the request that follows unless you want to.
---------
*~*~*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 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 saysits 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.
There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah.
And you can help.
Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and
don't pass it on, I pray for your forgiveness, cause
you would have to be one heartless person to not be
effected by this e-mail. And because you are effected,
do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do,
is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that
this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad
do live in our society, and pray for child abuse to
wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of
our youth.
Please pass this poem on as a blue ribbon against
child abuse, because as crazy as it might sound, it
might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER
know.
Please forward if you are
*~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE*~*~*

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