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My Name Is Misty

Dear Mr. Jesus

Dear Teddy

A Prayer For The Children

My Name Is Misty

~Author Unknown~

My name is Misty

I am but three

My eyes are swollen

 I cannot see

I have been punished

With cigarette burns

My neck is broken

My head won't turn

I'm really just

An expensive joke

No more, no less

Than speed or coke

When I'm awake

I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home

Be quiet now

I hear the car

My dad is back

From Charlie's Bar

I hear him swear

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the walls

I try to hide

But it's too late

His face is twisted

Into hate

He strikes at me

Again and again

Oh dear God

Please let it end

My name is Misty

I am but three

Last night my father

Murdered me.

Dear Mr. Jesus

~Author Unknown~

Dear Mr. Jesus, I just had to talk to you

Something really scared me,

when I saw it on the news,

A story 'bout a little girl beaten black and blue

Jesus, thought I'd take this right to you.

Dear Mr. Jesus, I don't understand,

Why they took her mom and dad away.

I know that they don't mean to hit

with wild and angry hands,

Tell them just how big they, are I pray.

Please don't let them hurt your children,

We need love and shelter from the storm.

Please don't let them hurt your children,

Won't you keep us safe and warm.

Dear Mr. Jesus, they say that she may die,

Oh I hope the doctors stop the pain.

I know that you could save her,

and take her up to the sky,

So she would never have to hurt again.

Please don't let them hurt your children,

We need love and shelter form the storm.

Please don't let them hurt your children,

Won't you keep us safe and warm.

Dear Mr. Jesus, please tell me what to do,

And please don't tell my daddy,

But my mommy hits me, too.

Please don't let them hurt your children,

We need love and shelter from the storm.

Please don't let them hurt your children,

Won't you keep us safe and warm.

 Dear Teddy

~Cindy Dunning~

Teddy, I've been bad again,

My Mommy told me so;

I'm not quite sure what I did wrong,

But I thought that you might know.

When I woke up this morning,

I knew that she was mad;

Cause she was crying awful hard,

And yelling at my dad.

I tried my best to be real good,

And do just what she said;

I cleaned my room all by myself,

I even made my bed.

But I spilled milk on my good shirt,

When she yelled at me to hurry;

And I guess she didn't hear me,

When I told her I was sorry.

'Cause she hit me awful hard, you see,

And called me funny names;

And told me I was really bad,

And I should be ashamed!

When I said, "I love you, Mommy,"

I guess she didn't understand;

Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth.

Or I'd get smacked again.

So I came up here to talk to you,

Please tell me what to do;

'Cause I really love my Mommy,

And I know she loves me, too.

And I don't think my Mommy means,

To hit me quite so hard;

I guess sometimes, grown ups forget

How really big they are!

So Teddy, I wish you were real,

And you weren't just a bear;

Then you could help me find a way

To tell Mommies everywhere.

To please try hard to understand.

How sad it makes us feel;

'Cause the outside pain soon goes a way,

But the inside never heals!

And if we could make them listen,

Maybe then they'd understand;

So other children just like me,

Wouldn't have to hurt again.

But for now, I guess I'll hold you tight,

And pretend the pain's not there;

I know you'd never hurt me,

So Goodnight, Teddy Bear!

A Prayer For The Children

~Author Unknown~

We pray for the children...

Who sneak Popsicle's before supper,

Who erase holes in math workbooks,

Who can never find their shoes.

And we pray for those...

Who share at photographers from behind barbed wire,

Who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers,

Who never "counted potatoes,"

Who are born in places where we wouldn't be caught dead,

Who never go to the circus,

Who live in an X-rated world.

We pray for the children...

Who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,

Who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money.

And we pray for those...

Who never get dessert,

Who have no security blanket to drag behind them,

Who watch their parents watch them die,

Who can't find any bread to steal,

Who don't have any rooms to clean up,

Whose picture aren't on anybody's dresser,

Whose monsters are real.

We also pray for those...

Whose nightmares come in the daytime,

Who will eat anything,

Who have never seen a dentist,

Who aren't spoiled by anybody,

Who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,

Who live and move, but have no being.

We pray for the children...

Who want to be carried and for those who must,

Who we have given up on,

And for those who will grab the hand of anybody,

Kind enough to offer it.