And Daddy Always Lied

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My legs are covered in bruises

And I have a scar by my left eye.

I’m not allowed to smile, though

And I’m not allowed to cry.

I think my right arm’s broken

But shh, don’t tell my dad.

He doesn’t like to worry bout me

When he’s already mad.

I have a burn on my left wrist

From when he pushed my arm

Against the stove, the hot, hot stove

And did a bit of harm.

I have a bear, a teddy bear. 

He doesn’t have a name.

He makes me better every time 

I’m feeling hurt and shame.

Today, my dad came home kind of late

A beer still in his hand.

I closed my eyes and waited.

He screamed, he shouted, and…

Well, my name is Mary Starr

And this is how I died.

But daddy always loved me.

And daddy always lied.

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