help this could indrectly change a life!

~*~*STOP CHILD ABUSE *~*~* My name is Becky 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 mummy 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 parents aren't home When my mummy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just get One whipping tonight. Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From falselie'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 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, 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 Becky And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me. There are thousands of kids out there just like Becky. Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know. Please put this on your site if you are *~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~
remember pass this on by posting it on your profile also read puppyhus's child abuse blog as well which is the same thing leave a comment there. ________________________________________________________________