Deadly Sinner 2008• Show poetry

My name is Sarah. I am but 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 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 My folks aren't home. When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight! Don't make a sound! I just heard a car. My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls. I press myself
Against the wall. I try and hide From his evil eyes. I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping
He 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. 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 its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate. The hurt and the pain Again and again. Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor. My name is Jessie And I am but three, Tonight my daddy murdered me.

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I am a friendly, sensitive, and creative writer. I am adopted, and got taken from my real family when I was only 2 years old. So try to be gentle with my poems. I love good critisizim, I always want people to tell the truth about my poems even if they think it will hurt my feelings. I have 2 brothers and 1 sister in my adoptive family. My real family I have 1 sister and 1 brother. So I would apreciate it if you tell the truth and try to be nice to my feelings as much as possible. I am a 15 year old female, I live in Wauwatosa Wisconsin. I am in my Sophmore classes in High School. I have a boyfriend named Daniel, and even though he really does not know what he is getting himself into, he is the best thing that has ever happened to me in my whole life. What I ment by he does not know what he is getting into, is that I am a big poetry writer and that I can also be quiet crazy sometimes.
Also, I don't have that many friends but the friends that I do have I treasure very much. One reason for this is because my friends help me through times that are rough and they try their best to keep me out of trouble. The second reason is: that my friends that I have are practicually my family. Next, there is something very important that I treasure in a friend, that thing is that a friend does not talk behind my back to other friends, but goes to your face and tells you what is up so that you know instead of finding out from somebody else. I treasure this trait because I would rather a friend come to me and tell me then somebody else tell me that my friend told them. Because I would go upto my friend and tell them instead of going to somebody else.