Sister Poems


Her name was Misty she was only three her eyes were swollen she couldn’t see she thought she was stupid she thought she was bad she always wondered what made her daddy so mad she wished she were better she wished she weren’t ugly she always wondered why won’t mommy hug me she can’t speak at all she can’t do wrong or else she’s locked up all day long when she awake she’s all alone the house is dark her folks aren’t home but when her but when her mommy does come home she’ll try to be nice so maybe she’ll get one whipping tonight don’t make a Read more

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