The Many Stories and Poems

Misty

My name is Misty,

I am but three, my eyes are swollen,

I cannot see, I must be stupid,

I must have be bad, what else could have made my daddy so mad,

I wish I was better, I wish I weren't so ugly,

then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me,

I can't speak at all, I can't do wrong,

Or else I'm locked up all day long, when I'm awake

I'm all alone, the house is dark, my folks, aren't home,

when my mommy does come, I'll try to be nice, so maybe

I'll only get one whipping tonight, I 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 to hide from his evil eyes, I am so afraid

no I am starting to cry, he finds me whimpering, he

shouts ugly words, he says its my fault that he suffers at

work, he slaps me and hits me and yells at me more, I

finally get free 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 its now much to late, his face had been twisted

into an unimaginable hate, the unimaginable hate, the hurt and

the pain again and again, oh please God give me mercy, oh please

let it end, he finally stops and heads for the door while I lay

there motionless sprawled on the floor. My name is Misty, I am

but three, tonight my daddy murdered me.

(the  poem/story above is TRUE)