Child Abuse

I was moved by the song, "Dear mr. Jesus" so much that I wanted to make a poem for abused children.

"a child's story"
I am just a child
I am only three
my voice is soft, but i will try
so listen to my plea

I wake up in the morning
my body feels so weak
because of last night's beating
I could hardly speak

I asked my dad if I could eat
just one bread from the oven
my daddy turned and gave a hit
and said i'm such a burden

my face was struck and though it hurts
I'm not allowed to cry
if mommy hears, my hand she'll burn
or even punch my eye

then daddy dragged me down
to a corner of a room
on my face, he saw a frown
then beat me with a broom

after one more strike, he stopped at once
then i saw something red
on my shirt, it's dripping down
it's thick blood from my head

my mom came home and stared at me
she thought that i was sleeping
she came near and looked closely
she saw that i was dying

then i stood up, and turned around
I was shocked with what i saw
a bloody girl lying down
motionless on the floor

that poor little girl not moving at all
blood was on her head
to mom and dad I tried to call
but i realize ... i was dead! :(

-Abielle