Dravin• Show poetry

My name is Dublin. I live in St. Louis, Missouri. I'm in a band called Awkward Silence (lead guitar). What can I say, I'm just a typical troubled tween just out of my teens who loves to express myself in more ways than one. I obviously write poetry and I love art. Currently, I have two tattoo, but that will change soon, I'll get more. I have six piercings; no "sick" ones. Just double piercings in both of my ears (4), a cartilage piercing, and an eye brow piercing. I truely respect people who are honest; in their writing and in what they say to people. I love to get people's opinions of my poetry and will try to make them feel appreciated by responding back to them. If you do read my poetry, don't just read one type of it, read it all. You might find that you like someting you thought you wouldn't. Thanks for actually putting up with my messed up thoughts and listening.





-PLEASE READ THIS-

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 Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me.


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