Marshall013004• Show poetry

I enjoy reading comments so please read my poetry and tell me how you feel. I also like to read all differnt styles of writing. I think that the world sometimes limits it's self to what it can do and who we can become. Poetry to me helps express that feeling and opens us all up to a new beginning.

I also have a nw baby now so i don't get to get on here very much. I enjoy him more than anything and he has given me inspiration to write again but now i never have the time. lol

I have read this poem on celene author page and she has ask that we post this on our author pages to help stop child abuse and to remind people that it is real. I know that i can't stop it alone but i can make you aware.....

A poem for dedication:

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.

THIS POEM IS NOT ABOUT ME!
WE NEED TO STOP CHILD ABUSE - PLEASE SUPPORT THIS AND PLACE THIS POEM ON YOUR PROFILE PAGE!!