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Child Abuse

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 i have made
my daddy so mad
i wish i were better
i wish i were'nt ugly
then maybe my mummy would
would still won't to hug me
i can't speak at all
i can't do a wrong
or else im locked up
all day long
when im awake im all alone
the house is still dark
my parents are home
when my mommy does come
i try to be nice
so maybe ill just get
one whipping tonight
don't make a sound
i just heard a car
my dad is back from
charlies bar
i hear him curse
my name he calls
i press myself
against the wall
i try to hide
from his evil eyes
im so afraid
im starting to cry
he finds me weeping
he shouts ugly words
he says its my fault
that he suffers at work
he slaps me he hits me
and yells at me more
i finally get free
in run for the door
hes 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
'im sorry' i scream
but its much to late
his face has been twisted
into unimaginable hate
the hurt and the pain
again and again
oh please god have mercy
oh please god let it end
and he finally stops
and he heads for the door
while i lay there motionless
sprawled on the fall
my name is sarah
and i am but three
tonight my daddy
murdered me.
by susan slattery

User Rating: 3,3 / 5 ( 3 votes ) 1

Comments (1)

A very moving poem. Child abuse happens too often and is ignored. I also wrote a poem on child abuse. I was very abused as a child. A very good poem and I rate this a 10.