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Home --> Glurge Gallery --> Blue Ribbon Against Child Abuse

Blue Ribbon Against Child Abuse

Glurge:   Verse describes the suffering of a three-year-old girl who dies of a beating delivered by her abusive father.

Example:   [Collected via e-mail, 2006]

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.



There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah. And you can help.

It sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, because you would have to be one heartless person to not be affected 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 pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.

Please pass this poem on as a Blue Ribbon Against Child Abuse because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life.

Please forward if you are
*~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~

Origins:   The above-quoted bit of verse has been circulating on the Internet since at least early 1998, picking up a variety of name changes,
attributions and amendments over the years. As far as we've been able to ascertain, this item was the work Misty Nicole Ramsey of Dell Rapids, South Dakota, who posted it to a college web site back in 1996 (although others have also claimed authorship).

Some of the significant alterations that have since been made to the piece include changing the name of the narrator (the example shown above uses "Sarah"; the original version featured a girl named "Misty") and appending information that urges readers to "Please pass this poem on as a Blue Ribbon Against Child Abuse." (One of causes symbolically represented with blue ribbons is Child Abuse Prevention.)

A number of readers have asked us if this item is "true," a question we're not sure how to answer. As unlikely as it might be that a three-year-old could possess the language skills necessary to compose such a piece, it's even more unlikely that anyone could describe her own murder in the first person.

Last updated:   15 March 2006

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