Child Abuse

> > My name is Michaela

> >

> >I am three,

> >

> >My eyes are swollen

> >

> >I cannot see,

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> >I must be stupid

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> >I must be bad,

> >

> >What else could have made

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> >My daddy so mad?

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> >I wish I were better

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> >I wish I weren't ugly,

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> >Then maybe my mommy

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> >Would still want to hug me.

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> >I can't do a wrong

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> >I can't speak at all

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> >Or else I'm locked up

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> >All day long.

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> >When I'm awake I'm all alone

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> >The house is dark

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> >My folks aren't home

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> >When my mommy does come home

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> >I'll try and be nice,

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> >So maybe I'll just get

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> >One whipping tonight.

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> >I just heard a car

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> >My daddy is back

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> >From Charile's bar.

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> >I hear him curse

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> >My name is called

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> >I press myself

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> >Against the wall

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> >I try to hide

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> >From his evil eyes

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> >I'm so afraid now

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> >I'm starting to cry

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> >He finds me weeping

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> >Calls me ugly words,

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> >He says it's my fault

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> >He suffers at work.

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> >He slaps and hits me

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> >And yells at me more,

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> >I finally get free

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> >And run to the door

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> >He's already locked it

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> >And I start to bawl,

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> >He takes me and throws me

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> >Against the hard wall

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> >I fall to the floor

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> >With my bones nearly broken,

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> >And my daddy continues

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> >With more bad words spoken,

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> >"Im sorry!", I scream

> >

> >But it's now much to late

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> >His face has been twisted

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> >Into a unimaginable shape

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> >The hurt and the pain

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> >Again and again

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> >O please God, have mercy!

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> >O please let it end!

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> >And he finally stops

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> >And heads for the door

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> >While I lay there motionless

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> >Sprawled on the floor

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> >My name is Michaela

> >

> >I am three,

> >

> >Tonight my daddy

> >

> >Murdered me




Poetry by Michaela Massie
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Written on 2006-07-23 at 09:53

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Aashish Thakur
its hard to imagine what u have gone through, i wish u a future full of beautiful life and full of love
2006-07-24


Aashish Thakur
its hard to imagine what u have gone through, i wish u a future full of beautiful life and full of love
2006-07-24


Arti
This is so dark.... I'm sorry for what you went thru.
Welcome to the bay
2006-07-23