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Friday, April 14, 2006
this is true but its not my life its my friends so heres to u my friend
Daddy came home today
When he left us on Thanksgiving
After he hit and beat Mommy
But I'm glad he left her living
But it wasn't long after that
He got mad and hit my brother
He kicked the dog, he kicked the chairs
And tried to kill my mother
Then he left...
Daddy came back today
And today is Christmas Eve
I hope he doesn't get mad
Hit everyone and try to leave
I was wrong...
The bills are too much
And we are very poor
So Daddy just smacked Mommy
And she hit the dusty floor
Then he left...
Daddy came back today
And it's only been a day
That means today is Christmas
But all I can do is pray
Because I don't want Daddy to get mad
But again he got angry
Then took out a gun
He shot Mommy, he shot my puppy
And then he shot his son
Then he left...
Daddy didn't come back
And I can't wake my mother
I can't wake my puppy either
Or my older brother
But the police man came
And then took me away
And I know I will never
Forget this awful day
Because now that my mother, brother,
And puppy are dead
I cry myself to sleep every night
When I'm lying in my bed
I know I'm young,
And all this happened at seven
But I know that when I die
I'll see them all heaven
Now I live with foster parents
That love me very much
But I still want to feel my mother's warm embrace
And her soft and gentle touch
A few months later
They found a body lying in the street
My Daddy had been shot to death,
He had been strangled, stabbed, and beat
Then he left forever...
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If you were wondering, this poem is NOT based on my life, but on someone else's. and I wrote a poem about it to show people that things like this still do happen and have not stopped. If you know if this kind of thing is happening to anyone you know, please call 911 or a trusted adult. It may save someone's life...
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