Sarah
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 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.
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 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.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| iriske : | Zaterdag, augustus 02, 2003 17:04 |
| ey yentl , kei er ,..ocharme , krijg egt rillinge over mijn lichaam , zo schoon da gij da kunt schijven , amai ! 'khoop da nooit iemand die da kik ken zo iets moet meemaken ! dikke kus |
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| x_carly_x: | Vrijdag, september 13, 2002 17:21 |
| wauw Yentl!wat een super super super mooi gedicht,echt heel schokkend!mijn gevoel hierbij is echt...tsja...onbeschrijflijk.echt super! liefs, carlijn |
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| Sahra: | Donderdag, februari 14, 2002 15:25 |
| Hoi, heel erg herkenbaar dat is alles wat ik wil zeggen. Teon ik het las leek het alsof ik al wist wat er op de volgende zin stond. |
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| Tine Vanhaevre : | Zondag, januari 20, 2002 20:15 |
| slik, ik ben ni rap ontroerd bij gedichten of tekstjes maar dit was te mooi om emotielos bij te blijven, terwijl ik dit schrijf rollen de tranen over mijn wangen en hoop ik van harte dat er niemand is die dit echt moet meemaken, maar de tijden zijn slecht en hard en deze hoop zal ongegrond zijn. Maar hoop doet leven en dat houdt mij ook recht. xxx Tine |
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| inge ligtvoet: | Zaterdag, december 22, 2001 23:15 |
| wow... | |
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