I'm writing this poem to express my fellings on how i feel when i hear about kids getting abuse. If you like comment and vote,if you don't just coomment on it.
HERE IT GOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:
My name is Zaniyah
I am 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 do a wrong
I can’t speak at all
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 home
I’ll try and be nice,
So maybe I’ll just get
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie’s bar
I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
I’m so afraid now
I’m starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says it’s my fault
He suffers at work
He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to 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 it’s now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into a unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
And heads for the door
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor
My name is Zaniyah
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me
