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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......

by Vanessa Gibbs


In rememberance of all the children who have died
from abuse by their alcoholic or drug abusing parents.

 

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