Child Abuse Ends In Death
I made this because of personal reasons.
But I love this poem and would like to touch many people's hearts.
I fight against child abuse!
Speechless
And soon enough,
Dad then walks in.
Don't make a sound; don't say a word.
I pray inside, deep within.
But Leigh, she cannot help herself
For the pain is just too much.
"Oh God," she yells,
"Why are you so mean?"
He doesn't like what she has said
And beats her even more,
And with one last hit,
Hard and strong, he pulls away and watches.
She takes one last gasp of air,
Our hands still holding,
Then falls to the ground where I sat
And doesn't move a muscle.
I stare at him ,
My eyes so blue.
He looks at me
And yells, "O you!"
"How dare you.
Make me so mad.
This is all your fault
Go cry be sad!"
My name is Sasha.
My sister is Leigh.
I am six,
And my beautiful sister was only three
That day my Daddy
Murdered her.
My best friend,
She was my world.
We stuck together
Through thick and thin,
But now she's gone.
I'm lost within.
When I was six, my sister three.
My Daddy murdered Leigh.
Since that day I have not spoke,
For it's speaking that made her die.
I made this because of personal reasons.
But I love this poem and would like to touch many people's hearts.
I fight against child abuse!
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| Speechless |
And soon enough,
Dad then walks in.
Don't make a sound; don't say a word.
I pray inside, deep within.
But Leigh, she cannot help herself
For the pain is just too much.
"Oh God," she yells,
"Why are you so mean?"
He doesn't like what she has said
And beats her even more,
And with one last hit,
Hard and strong, he pulls away and watches.
She takes one last gasp of air,
Our hands still holding,
Then falls to the ground where I sat
And doesn't move a muscle.
I stare at him ,
My eyes so blue.
He looks at me
And yells, "O you!"
"How dare you.
Make me so mad.
This is all your fault
Go cry be sad!"
My name is Sasha.
My sister is Leigh.
I am six,
And my beautiful sister was only three
That day my Daddy
Murdered her.
My best friend,
She was my world.
We stuck together
Through thick and thin,
But now she's gone.
I'm lost within.
When I was six, my sister three.
My Daddy murdered Leigh.
Since that day I have not spoke,
For it's speaking that made her die.

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