My name is Misty I'm only three,
My eyes are swollen so I cannot see.

I must be stupid, I must be bad, 
What else could have made my daddy so mad.

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 and my folks aren't home.

Shh! Don't make a sound! I just heard a car. 
My daddy is back from the neighborhood Bar.

I try and hide from his evil eyes, 
Oh, God, I'm so afraid now, I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping and 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 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.

He finally stops and walks through the door,
While I lay there motionless all sprawled on the floor.

My name is Misty and I am but three,
Tonight my daddy ……….Murdered me.

(Author Unknown)

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