who wrote this???

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Voodoo child, Dec 30, 2004.

  1. Voodoo child

    Voodoo child Member

    Does anyone have any idea who wrote this poem?? It is desperately sad, and it made me cry when i first read it. But i dont know who wrote it so I was wondering if anyone else does??? Please let me know.
    peace and love
    xxxxxx
    [size=+1]My name is Misty I am but three,[/size]
    [size=+1]My eyes are swollen I cannot see,[/size]
    [size=+1]I must be stupid,[/size][size=+1]I must be bad,[/size]
    [size=+1]What else could have made made my daddy so mad?[/size]
    [size=+1]I wish I were better, I wish I weren't ugly,[/size]
    [size=+1]Then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me.[/size]
    [size=+1]I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong[/size]
    [size=+1]Or else I'm locked up all the day long.[/size] [size=+1]When I awake I'm all alone[/size]
    [size=+1]The house is dark, my folks arent home[/size] ,
    [size=+1]When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice,[/size]
    [size=+1]So maybe I'll get just one whipping tonight.[/size]
    [size=+1]Don't make a sound! I just heard a car[/size]
    [size=+1]My daddy is back from Charlie's Bar.[/size]
    [size=+1]I hear him curse my name he calls[/size]
    [size=+1]I press myself against the wall[/size]
    [size=+1]I try and hide from his evil eyes[/size]
    [size=+1]I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry[/size]
    [size=+1]He finds me weeping he shouts ugly words,[/size]
    [size=+1]He says its my fault that he suffers at work.[/size]
    [size=+1]He slaps me and hits me and yells at me more,[/size]
    [size=+1]I finally get free And I run for the door.[/size]
    [size=+1]He's already locked it and I start to bawl,[/size]
    [size=+1]He takes me and throws me against the hard wall.[/size]
    [size=+1]I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken,[/size]
    [size=+1]And my daddy continues with more bad words spoken.[/size]
    [size=+1]"I'm sorry!", I scream but its now much too late[/size]
    [size=+1]His face has been twisted into unimaginable hate[/size] [size=+1]The hurt and the pain again and again[/size]
    [size=+1]Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end![/size]
    [size=+1]And he finally stops and heads for the door,[/size]
    [size=+1]While I lay there motionless sprawled on the floor.[/size]
    [size=+1]My name is Misty and I am but three,[/size]
    [size=+1]Tonight my daddy Murdered me.[/size]
     

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