My Name is Misty



My name is Misty, I am but three

My eye is swollen, I cannot see.

I must be bad- that lesson I've learned,

for I am punished by a cigarette burn.

I must do right, I can't do wrong,

or else I'm locked up all alone.

The house is dark, my folks aren’t home.

Deep down inside, I feel so sad,

for I am hated by my mom and dad.

I am an accident, that's the word,

for time and time again that phrase I've heard.

Be quite now!!!!!!!! I hear a car!!!!!

My dad is home from the neighborhood bar!!!!!!

I hear him curse......my name he calls.

I squeeze myself against the walls.

Oh, please LORD, it's too late,

his face is twisted into hate.

OH GOD just let it end.............................

My name is Misty, I was but three,

last night my father murdered me.



Submitted by Reana Young, written by her father.
This page is dedicated to all the "Angels" who did
not receive help in time...If you see a child in need
STOP AND HELP before it is too late.