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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!
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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"Remember those who are mistreated as if you yourselves were suffering." Hebrews 13:3
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