Sad but true.Every attribute of War is alive & well in America.JAKE!!

Another Form of POW

My name is Misty,
I am but three.
My eyes are swollen,
I cannot see.
I must not be loved
For I am punished
By cigarette burns.
I must do right.
I can't do wrong,
Or else I'm locked up
All week long.
When I awake,
I'm all alone.
The house is dark,
My folks are gone.
Deep down inside I feel bad
For Mom and Dad.
I'm really just an expensive joke.
No more, no less than speed or coke.
Be quiet now! I hear a car.
My dad is back from Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse.
My name he calls.
I squeeze myself against the wall
On my bed.
It's too late.
His face is twisted into hate.
I feel the pain again and again.
Oh, Dear God! Please let it end.

My name is Misty.
I am but three.
Last night my father
Murdered me...

Im remembrance of all the children who have died from abuse from their
abusive parent or parents

Vanessa Gibbs
7th grade
Seminary High School
Seminary, Mississippi