Kids Kontests• Show poetry

I make kontests for kids (mainly 13 and under because that's a fun age group)

I would like to see a lot of entries in my kontests! I love reading poems in my kontests because they are written by kids ages 13 and under.

Poems written by little kids (10 and under) are especially entertaining. Though poems by the older kids are fun to read too.

In all my kontests i will have three special people always commenting poems and other people scattered in at times.

Those three people are: BabyFox, Fireking, and my partner, Kiddie Contests. there are only two people who are scattered in and they are: Poet of Harmony and Karamel Kandy.

BabyFox, Fireking, Kiddie Contests, Poet of Harmony, Karamel Kandy, and I wish all entries in my kontests the best of luck.

-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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