Black Poetry : !!!Child Abuse!!!

[serenti-poet]

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 anything wrong

Or else I'm locked up all day long

When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks arent 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 scream but its 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.

This happens to innocent children everyday. People are so afraid to stand up to it. Why? Can't they see there are children suffering? Can't they see their pain? Yet some people choose to ignore it. How can adults treat children like dirt, especially ones they brought into this world. Don't they care? Can't they see the pleading in their eyes, the eyes that cry for mercy the tears that are shed from pain. Some can't speak, others are too afraid. Don't they need a voice to be heard? No one dares to trample on unknown ground, for fear of bringing problems into their own lives. The lives of the innocent ones have to live in Hell all their childhood, and maybe all their lives. They don't even deserve it. So if you can help, please try, for these children need it.

If you are against child abuse please email this or share it with a friend thank you in advance much luv

 

[poeticlyspeakin]

wow.... thats so sad. i can feel it cuz when i was little my stepdad usedto abuse me, but i moved with my dad and he wentto jail so i got out that stage. but i like the poem, its tyte...

 

[PlayWitItPimp05]

i received this in an email one time....it really made me cry. my stepbrother used to be abused like this, until we moved. This brought back so many zombie (dead and bad) memories.

PLAY

 

[angelicsage]

This poem is CRYING...these lines are emotionally provoking. This is a very serious subject and there are many of us out there working to put a stop to this on so many levels.

Let your voice continue to be heard!

 

[$$RICH$$]

o'my dis was so well felt and well posed
i hear the weeping tears in this flow
tyte scribe poetess