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'm awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When 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 a wall
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words
He says it's 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 it's 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 lie there motionless
Sprawled out on the floor
My name is Misty
I am but three
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
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