MY NAME IS MISTY

My name is Misty I am but three,

My eyes are swollen I can not 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.

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 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.

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 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.

Written By Vanessa Gibbs
7th grade
Seminary High School
Seminary, Mississippi