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Discussion in 'Fan Poetry' started by imagine99, May 20, 2005.

  1. imagine99

    imagine99 Fia, the kind fencer

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    *The following poem was written not by me, but by a friend of my sister. You might have read it before, it's all over the internet.

    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 say a word
    I can't do a wrong
    Or else I'm locked up
    For 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 to hide
    From his evil eyes
    I'm so afraid now
    I start to cry
    He finds my weeping
    And 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 broke
    And my daddy continues
    With more bad words spoken
    "I'm sorry!" I scream
    But it's 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.
     
  2. Lady Dark Moon

    Lady Dark Moon Goddess of Black Magic

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    oh my god! I've never heard it before. is it a true story or is it just something your friend wrote?
     
  3. gohekan

    gohekan The Fighters Guide House Member

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    If Its True Id Like To Know The Adress Of The Childs House So I May Slay Thee With Great Glee.
     
  4. Lady Dark Moon

    Lady Dark Moon Goddess of Black Magic

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    yeah and murder the father while I'm at it.
     
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    firefaerie Art House Member

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    It probably happens in many houshold across the globe. But that doesn't make it right. I'm just saying.
     
  6. Lady Dark Moon

    Lady Dark Moon Goddess of Black Magic

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    yeah I know it just makes me mad. have you ever read A Child Called It?

    I know this is off topic but I like your avatar, firefaerie.
     
  7. Lillith Forbid

    Lillith Forbid Returned Queen of Bondage

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    whos the writer..? I swear I know who wrote it o_O or I think I do
     
  8. imagine99

    imagine99 Fia, the kind fencer

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    The author is "Jennifer Osmand". I think that's how to spell it... or, at least that's what I was told. She used my sister's name... It's not true, the author was just really depressed. As sad as this is, I love this poem. The truth od it sickens me...
    *murders all child abusers*
     
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    To be honest, I'm rather sickened by this poem... if you would call it that.
     
  10. gohekan

    gohekan The Fighters Guide House Member

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    Can sum1 tell me were you all find these awesome pics?
     
  11. Lady Dark Moon

    Lady Dark Moon Goddess of Black Magic

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    reminds me of the song Concrete Angel has anyone ever heard of it?
     
  12. imagine99

    imagine99 Fia, the kind fencer

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    I have!! I just don't know the words....
     
  13. Lady Dark Moon

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    Artist: Martina McBride
    Song: Concrete Angel

    She walks to school with a lunch she packed
    Nobody knows what she's holding back;
    Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday,
    She hides the bruises with the linen and lace;
    oh

    The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask,
    It's hard to see the pain behind the mask;
    Bearing the burdon of a secret storm,
    Sometimes she wishes she was never born;

    Through the wind and the rain,
    She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above;
    But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.

    Concrete Angel

    Somebody cries in the middle of the night,
    The neighbors hear but they turn out the lights;
    A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate,
    When morning comes it will be too late.

    Through the wind and the rain,
    She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above;
    But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.

    Concrete Angel

    A statue stands in a shaded place,
    An angel girl with an upturned face;
    Her name is written on a polished rock,
    A broken heart that the world forgot.

    Through the wind and the rain,
    She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above;
    But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.

    Concrete Angel