This poem is called Child Murder
My name's sky I'm three,
My eyes are swollen.
I can't 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 wrong i can't speak at all or else i am lockup all day long.
When i am awake i am all alone.
The house is dark my folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come home.
I'll try and be nice,
so maybe i will just get one whipping tonight.
I just heard a car,
my daddy's back from charlies bar.
I hear him curse.
My name's called,
I press myself aganist the wall.
I try to hide from his evil eyes.
I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping calls me ugly words,
He says it's my fault that 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 crawl,
He takes me and throws me aganist 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 a unimaginable shape.
The hurt and pain again and again O please god,
have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops and heads for the door while i lay there motionless sprawled on the floor.My name's sky i am three,Tonight my daddy murder me...............
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