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How
can a human being (and I use the word "human" very loosely) abuse another, especially when another is a defenseless
child? I have serious issues when someone (allegedly human) abuses any living, breathing creature, but I especially have issues
when a child is abused. I have, for quite some time, wanted to devote a page to the subject of child abuse, but the issue
is too horrific, and I have put it off for much too long. However, I received an e-mail from Connie, including pictures and
a heart-breaking poem, depicting this unequivocally horrific crime. I make no apologies for asserting that child abusers are
sub-human monsters, whether the abuse is physical or verbal; it still leaves deep scars. The pictures on this page are
very unsettling, but I include them to partially depict the horror and tragedy of child abuse.
A big "Thank you!" to Connie,
for sending the following comments, all photos and poem depicted on this page.
Sadly, I remember those days - step up and help - if you know of a child, woman, man ANYONE
getting the hell knocked out of them at home, REPORT THEM!!
Call the police if you're not sure of the abuse hotline numbers. CALL. If you do not
act to help, you are JUST as guilty.
Some of you who read this are mandated reporters - not just on the job, but in your neighborhood, at the market,
everywhere - we ALL should be of the mindset that we are all mandated by humanity, if not the threat of losing our
jobs, to try to protect the ones who cannot protect themselves.

Personal comment from the Mighty MitchMan: I
dare anyone to read the following poem, "My Name Is Sarah", and claim that your eyes don't tear up, and your
heart doesn't break. It's a profound, and emotionally unsettling, poem.
My Name Is 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.
Unknown author or copyright.
Used without express permission of the author, but with the best of intentions.

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.
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 it could
possibly change a child's life.
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THE FIGHT AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~