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Daddy left for the bar,
Stealing away the the car,
Soon Mama put me to bed,
And kissed me on the head,
Daddy was still not home,
He left us all alone,
Daddy came home just after four,
Mama was angrier then ever before,
Daddy was so mad and drunk he left the house,
I listened in bed as quiet as a mouse,
Daddy wasn't home for breakfast,
And when lunch time came at last,
Daddy didnt show up,
Mama was quiet, sipping at a cup,
Daddy came home tonight,
His eyes looked out of sight,
Mama pushed him away with all her might,
Daddy looked past the light,
Daddy took mama to the bedroom,
She screamed and there was a big boom,
Daddy walked out of the bedroom very tall,
I shrieked and ran down the hall,
Daddy caught me, I felt small,
Then he threw me against the wall,
He hit me and punched me,
My eyes hurt so bad I couldnt see,
Daddy stopped.
My name is Katie,
I am three,
And on this night my Daddy murdered me.
Stealing away the the car,
Soon Mama put me to bed,
And kissed me on the head,
Daddy was still not home,
He left us all alone,
Daddy came home just after four,
Mama was angrier then ever before,
Daddy was so mad and drunk he left the house,
I listened in bed as quiet as a mouse,
Daddy wasn't home for breakfast,
And when lunch time came at last,
Daddy didnt show up,
Mama was quiet, sipping at a cup,
Daddy came home tonight,
His eyes looked out of sight,
Mama pushed him away with all her might,
Daddy looked past the light,
Daddy took mama to the bedroom,
She screamed and there was a big boom,
Daddy walked out of the bedroom very tall,
I shrieked and ran down the hall,
Daddy caught me, I felt small,
Then he threw me against the wall,
He hit me and punched me,
My eyes hurt so bad I couldnt see,
Daddy stopped.
My name is Katie,
I am three,
And on this night my Daddy murdered me.
Literature
Child Abuse
Child Abuse
There's a girl I knew,
A really beautiful girl,
With dirty blond hair,
A really young girl,
This girl was seven years old,
She had a sad tale,
She told me the tale,
The hour before she died,
That she was abused,
Her mother got drunk,
The girl hid under the bed,
Her dad got shot,
She heard a gun CRACK,
And a loud THUNK on the ground,
And saw bright blood,
Her mom went crazy,
The mother killed her true love,
And blamed the poor girl,
The girl was punished,
For no actual reason,
And was left with scars,
Her mom got worse,
And gave the girl more bruises,
And fresher black eyes,
After she told me,
I raced to m
Literature
Child Abuse
My name is sarah
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
Literature
Abuse
I just want a kind touch
A gentle word or praise
I look to you with hopeful eyes
But you just look away
I don't understand it
Did I do something wrong?
I'm sorry
Please stop hitting me
I only want...
But you don't care
You never listen to my words
You only hurt me more
Maybe I should fight back
Let you know how it feels
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As you got from reading the poem its about child abuse, which is horrible. Its sopposed to be in more of a kid view but it goes for both. Its not the best but it gets the point out please comment!
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And then somebody found out about this and contacted the police and the man was thrown in prison for first-degree manslaughter!