Chiild abuse;;

by Shaylee Rose   Jun 3, 2007


My name is Shannon
Im only four years of age
I am the outlet
Of my daddies rage
The bruises are not seen
Hidden behind my smile
But soon the smile is lost
And comes back a scared little child
My smile hides it all
The pain and the hurt
My daddy says I deserve it
Being treated like dirt
He says its my fault
People suffer in this world
Mummy doesnt care
That he beats his little girl
Maybe if Im better
Mummy wont be so mad
Maybe if I behave
Things wont be so bad
Do you think that they love me?
And are only doing what is right
Do you think I will make it?
Through just one more night
I try not to annoy them
And I try not to stare
Im just happy
That I have parents that are there
Tonight daddy hurt me
Worse than ever before
He pinned me to the wall
Then threw me to the floor
He told me I was a waste
Of time and extra money
He beat me till I bled
And gave me to mummy
Mummy just laughed
And took off her belt
She whipped me three times
And said this is how pain is felt
She locked me away
In a tiny, dirty room
I hope this all ends
And I hope that it ends soon
I tried not to cry
Really I did
But daddy had heard me
And crying is forbid
He hit me to the floor
And told me I was a lie
And that no one will miss me
Tonight I would die
Did I really deserve it?
Was I really that bad?
Did mummy really hate me?
Do I make daddy sad?
It must be my fault
Did I make mummy heart broken?
Does daddy want me dead?
Or are they just silly words that were spoken
Maybe if I were pretty
And I was able to see
Maybe I would be loved
And mummy would still care for me
I would sleep for just minutes
And wake up all alone
Daddys out drinking
And mummys not home
But they pull up the drive
And I try to hide my little face
But daddy just swings at me
He picks up the pace
Soon I am bleeding
Close to my death
I wish that you loved me
I said with my dying breath
My mummy was angry
At me, her own daughter
Daddy was still in shock
For tonight he committed murder
Now I am safe
No where near my locked door
My parents are in jail
Because I was murdered at just four
Now I am happy
I have finally got a home
Its not with my family
But I will never be alone
I have forgiven my folks
But I know they did wrong
I hope they can see that
And it wont take too long
This is my story
Of my short life
Please help me stop child abuse
Because what happened to me isnt right!

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  • 16 years ago

    by Nicole

    Hi im nicole

    i dont write poems i just like to read them. i really only read the sad ones and you really did touch me and its true about child abuse. when i read your poem i felt like the little four year gettin beaten and when i got towards the end i felt i sigh of relief for the child. the poem really touched me it GREAT!!!