Child Abuse

My name is Misty > I am but three, > My eyes are swollen > I cannot see, > I must be stupid > I must be bad, > What else could have made > 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 Misty > And I am but three, > Tonight my daddy > Murdered me.

This poem really touched me, so I thought I would share it with you all...The very last lines are so sad..

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