My name is Misty, I am but three; My eyes are swollen, I cannot see. I must not be loved For I am punished By cigarette burns. I must do right, I can't do wrong, Or else I am locked up All week long. When I awake, I'm alone. The house is dark, My folks are gone. Deep down inside I feel bad For Mom and Dad. I'm really just an expensive joke. No more, no less ... than speed or coke. Be quiet now! I hear a car. My dad is back from Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse. My name he calls. I squeeze myself against the wall On my bed. It's too late. His face is twisted into hate. I feel the pain again and again. Oh, Dear God! Please let it end! My name is Misty. I am but three. Last night my father Murdered me ... ~ Written by Venessa Gibbs ... In the 8th Grade! ~
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