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My name is Sarah



I am 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 day long.



When I'm awake I'm all alone



The house is dark



My folks aren't home



When my mommy does come home



I'll try and be nice,



So maybe I'll just get



One whipping tonight.



I just heard a car



My daddy is back



From Charlie's bar.



I hear him curse



My name is called



I press myself



Against the wall



I try to hide



From his evil eyes



I'm so afraid now



I'm starting to cry



He finds me weeping



Calls me ugly words,



He says its my fault



He suffers at work.



He slaps and hits me



And yells at me more,



I finally get free



And run to 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,



"Im sorry!", I scream



But its now much too late



His face has been twisted



Into an unimaginable shape



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



Brawled on the floor



My name is Sarah



I am three,



Tonight my daddy



Murdered me