My Name Is Misty

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 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 lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor
My name is Misty

And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy murdered me.
Vanessa Gibbs ... An 8th Grader © 1996

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