Emily

a poem on child abuse. note, I DO NOT OWN THIS POEM, NOR HAVE ANY RIGHTS. this poem completely and rightfully belongs to youcannotbreakme. i am just reposting it to spread the word.

remember-- this story is NOT MINE and rightfully belongs to youcannnotbreakme. I am just reposting this to spread the word. this has to stop.

My name is Emily..... 
I am three, 
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 Emily
I am three, 
And tonight my daddy 
Murdered me.

Author's Note

please tell me what you think, and share. remember THIS IS NOT MINE

Reviews

[Tricia Pattinson]

Heart breaking and real. Touches all the heart strings! Well done!

[Shapirta]

it is not my poem, but thank you!

[MomzillaNC]

I have actually read this poem before. It was posted on FB a few times. As the news too often reminds us, this is a tale to often spun out in our world. You gotta have a license to catch a fish, but any Mo can have a kid!

(Mo is my little reference to "morons")