Tears: "What colour are the tears that are shed for
the children?" "They are clear", He said...
"and they fill the oceans."
I am against
CHILD ABUSE
MY NAME IS MISTY
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....... then 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......
