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 mummy
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.

^^^COPY AND PASTE THIS IN TO YOUR SPACES 2 LET PEOPLE KNOW THAT CHILD ABUSE is WRONG^^^








Month One
Mummy, I am only 8 inches long.
I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
Mummy, today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three
Mummy, you know what?
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too.
I cry with you even though you can't hear me.

Month Four
Mummy, my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head, curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five
Mummy, you went to the doctor today.
He lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mummy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy...what is abortion?

Month Six
Mummy, I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mummy what is it?
It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
MUMMY!
Help me!

Month Seven
Mummy, I am okay.
I am in Jesus' arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mummy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

*One more heart that was stopped.
* One more mouth that will never speak.
* Two more eyes that will never see.
* Two more hands that will never touch.
* Two more legs that will never run.

[If you're against abortion, PLZ PUT THIS ON UR PAGE]


IF YOU ARE STUPID ENOUGH TO DO THESE THINGS YOU NEED TO STOP AND THINK IF YOU WOULD REALLY WANT THIS TO HAPPEN TO YOU!!!YOU NEED TO THINK HOW THE PERSON THAT YOU DO THIS TO FEELS!!!