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Letter
from the Poet's Corner & Children's Corner
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Poet's Corner Poet's Corner provides an opportunity for women to handle their personal feelings about violence and to provide an to provide an avenue for them to courageously break the silence. Not only does the poetry break the silence, it provides a powerful statement to the community that a victim of domestic violence can transform into a survivor. 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 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 to be nice, so maybe I'll only get 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, And he says it's my fault that he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me and he yells some 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 with my bones nearly broken, 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 unmanageable 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, And tonight my daddy murdered me.
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