I just read this and wanted to post it for all to see...It is really sad and it hurt me to read it but junk like this happens as we are in a fallen world, but we can do something about it!

***Sarah***

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 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. There
are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah. And you can help.
Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I
pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless
person to not be effected by this email. And because you are affected, do
something about it!! So all I am asking you to do is take some time to
send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people
like her dad do live in our society, and I pray for child abuse to wither
out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.

Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound, it might
just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know. Please forward if you
are ***AGAINST CHILD ABUSE ***