Daddy Don't Do It: A Poem About Child Abuse

My name is Hannah,

And I am four,

My daddy is pounding

On the door.

My mommy is yelling

For him to stop.

I feel like the world

Is going to drop.

I should hide,

I should run.

Trust me,

This isn't fun.

I could hide under the bed,

Or maybe just sneak out

The window instead.

It's getting loud,

I fall to the floor.

My daddy bursts

Through the door.

He takes me and

Throws me against

The wall.

I stay there for a moment

And then I fall.

"Daddy please stop!"

I yell, "I cannot bend!"

I pray to God that this will end.

When he is finished

He heads for the door.

While I lay there sprawled out

On the floor.

My name is Hannah,

And I am four.

But thanks to my daddy,

I am no more.