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Misty
My name is Misty.
I am but three.
My eyes are swollen.
I cannot see.
I must be stupid.
I must be bad.
What else could've 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 cant speak at all,
I cant do a wrong,
or else I'm locked up all day long.
When I wake up I'm all alone.
The house is dark,
my folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come,
I'll try to be nice,
so maybe, just maybe,
I'll get only one whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound,
I just heard a car.
My daddy's back from Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse, my name he calls,
I press myself against the wall.
I try to hide from his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now, I start to cry.
He finds me there weeping,
He shouts ugly words,
He says it's my fault that he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me,
he yells at me more.
Finally I get free and run for the door.
But he's already locked it, and I start to bawl.
He takes me and throws me againt the hard wall.
I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken,
and my daddy continues with more bad words spoken.
The hurt and the pain again and again,
oh god please have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
Then finally, he stops,
and heads for the door,
while I lay there motionless
sprawled on the floor.
My name is Misty,
I am but three,
Tonight my daddy murdered me...
My name is Misty.
I am but three.
My eyes are swollen.
I cannot see.
I must be stupid.
I must be bad.
What else could've 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 cant speak at all,
I cant do a wrong,
or else I'm locked up all day long.
When I wake up I'm all alone.
The house is dark,
my folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come,
I'll try to be nice,
so maybe, just maybe,
I'll get only one whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound,
I just heard a car.
My daddy's back from Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse, my name he calls,
I press myself against the wall.
I try to hide from his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now, I start to cry.
He finds me there weeping,
He shouts ugly words,
He says it's my fault that he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me,
he yells at me more.
Finally I get free and run for the door.
But he's already locked it, and I start to bawl.
He takes me and throws me againt the hard wall.
I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken,
and my daddy continues with more bad words spoken.
The hurt and the pain again and again,
oh god please have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
Then finally, he stops,
and heads for the door,
while I lay there motionless
sprawled on the floor.
My name is Misty,
I am but three,
Tonight my daddy murdered me...
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