My name is Misty, I am but three,
My eyes are swollen,I cannot 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 its 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 its 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.
~Author Unknown
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