This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her while she was still alive. The murderer chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on the ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this in your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.
I did not write this
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE, REPOST THIS:
My name is Joey,
I am 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 do a wrong,
I can't speak at all,
Or else I'm locked up,
All day long,
When I'm awake,
I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home,
When my mommy does come home,
I'll try to be nice,
So maybe I'll just get,
One whipping tonight,
I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
From Charlie's bar,
I hear him curse,
My name is called,
I press myself,
Against the wall,
I try to hide,
From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now,
I'm starting to cry,
He finds me weeping,
He calls me ugly words,
He says it's my fault,
He suffers at work,
He slaps and hits me,
And yells at me more,
I finally get free,
And run to the door,
He's already locked it,
And I start to bawl,
He takes 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 it's now much to late,
His face has been twisted,
Into an unimaginable state,
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 out on the floor,
My name is Joey,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me,
And you can help,
It strickens me to the soul,
And if you 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 poem,
And because you are affected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do,
Is pass this on!
If you are against CHILD ABUSE.
Please Pass This On.
