07 October 2005


A friend of mine emailed this poem to me and asked me to pass it around to remind people of these innocent children who are losing their precious lives to 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
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.
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.
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 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.

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