I lay there,
Looking at my Mom's,
Awful stare.
I wait,
She holds her hand high,
Slapping me with all her hate.
My eye swells,
My Mom covers my mouth,
To quiet my yells.
I whimper in fear,
But my Mom waits,
Now my Dad is here.
He slaps twice as hard,
I felt so broken,
I listen as my Mom calls me a retard.
My Dad yells at me,
My Mom takes a shard of glass,
My Dad nods and they both agree.
You think I would learn,
This could easily be avoided,
All I did was speak out of turn.
While distracted, I reached for the phone,
Three numbers, just three,
9-1-1 but before I could finish, I let out a moan.
My Mom sliced my neck,
I died soon after,
My blood flying, such a wreck.
As my soul left, I had but one thought,
Did all parents do this?
If not, I hope they get caught.
Did my parents care?
Did my parents worry?
Did this give them a scare?
After all my parents told me to learn
I paid the ultimate price,
For simply speaking out of turn.
Now that I'm out of the way,
I hope they're happy,
And that they have a nice day.
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This was inspired by the wattpad story 'My Name Is Sarah'
I wanted to spread the word.
