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 ... than 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 ...

~ Written by Venessa Gibbs ...
In the 8th Grade! ~

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