Posted November 23, 201113 yr (This poem actually made me cry) My name is Kelly, I am three My eyes are swallen 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 Werent ugly. Then mabe my Mommy, would still want to hug me. I cant do a wrong, I cant speak at all, or else Im locked up all day long. When im awake im all alone, The house is dark, my folks arent home, when my mommy does come home ill try and be nice, so mabe ill just get one whipping one night. I just Heared a car, my daddy is back, From Charlies Bar, I heared him curse, my name is called. I press myself, Against the wall, I try to hide, from his evil eyes, im so afraid now, I start to cry, he finds me weeping, calls me ugly words, he says its my fault. He slaps me and hit me more, I finally got free, and run to the door, He already locked it, and I start to brawl, He takes me, and throws me, hard against , I fall to the floor. with my bones nearly broken, and my daddy continues with more bad words spoken, "Im sorry!" I scream, but its now much too late, his face has been twisted, into an imaginable shape, 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, wile I stay motionless, sprawled on the floor, My name is Kelly, I am three, Tonite my daddy Murdered me.
November 23, 201113 yr My best friend read this for oral reading and got first place. It's very powerful. But I believe the name was Sarah I think? Not sure.
November 23, 201113 yr ...This made a tear fall in my photoshop class..the girl next to me asked what's wrong...she shed a tear too..
November 23, 201113 yr -eyes wide and crying- that is so familier...my best friend read me that and he told me it reminded him of when his sis was killed by his father.......
November 23, 201113 yr Author Can I use this for a writing contest at school? This...made me sad. Sure
January 4, 201213 yr Can I use this for a writing contest at school? This...made me sad. But it's not your own work.. ._. This is horrible. I just started crying. It's terrible and what's even worse is that it's sometimes the case.
January 4, 201213 yr But it's not your own work.. ._. This is horrible. I just started crying. It's terrible and what's even worse is that it's sometimes the case. I know! The contest is finding the best written passage that isn't your own. ._.
January 4, 201213 yr I know! The contest is finding the best written passage that isn't your own. ._. Oh. Weird contest. Never heard of anything like that before, all my school writing contests expect you to make something of your own.
January 4, 201213 yr Oh. Weird contest. Never heard of anything like that before, all my school writing contests expect you to make something of your own. Not my school.And the contest is over anyway. My friend Justin won.
(This poem actually made me cry)
My name is Kelly, I am three
My eyes are swallen 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
Werent ugly. Then mabe my
Mommy, would still want to hug me.
I cant do a wrong, I cant speak at all,
or else Im locked up all day long.
When im awake im all alone, The
house is dark, my folks arent home,
when my mommy does come home
ill try and be nice, so mabe ill just
get one whipping one night. I just
Heared a car, my daddy is back, From
Charlies Bar, I heared him curse, my
name is called. I press myself,
Against the wall, I try to hide, from
his evil eyes, im so afraid now, I
start to cry, he finds me weeping,
calls me ugly words, he says its my
fault. He slaps me and hit me more,
I finally got free, and run to the door,
He already locked it, and I start to
brawl, He takes me, and throws me,
hard against , I fall to the
floor. with my bones nearly broken,
and my daddy continues with more
bad words spoken, "Im sorry!" I
scream, but its now much too late, his
face has been twisted, into an
imaginable shape, 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, wile I stay motionless,
sprawled on the floor, My name is
Kelly, I am three, Tonite my daddy
Murdered me.