My name is misty
i am but 3
my eyes are swollen...i cannot see....i must be stupid i must be bad....what else could have made...made my daddy so mad....i wish i were better...i wish i weren't ugly...
then maybe my mummmy would still hug me....i cant speak at all...i can't do a wrong..or else i'm locked up all day long....when i awake i am along...the house is dark...my folks are home....
when my mummy does come...i'll try to be nice...so maybe i'll get just one whipping tonight...dont make a sound....i just heard a car....my daddy is 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'm starting to cry....he finds me weeping, he shouts ugly words..
he says it's my fault.,that he suffers at work....he slaps me and hits me, and yells at me more, i finally get free and i run for the door....he's already locked it, so i start to bawl,
so i start to bawl, he takes me and throws me against the hard wall....i fall to floor, with my bones nearly broken, and my daddy continues with more bad words spoken..."i'm sorry" i scream,
but it's now much too late, his face has been twistered into unimaginable hate...the hurt and that pain, again and again, oh please have mercy oh please let it end....and he finally stops,
and heads for the door, while i lay there motionless sprawled on the floor...my name is misty, i am but 3 and tonight my daddy murdered me :-(

I AM THE AUTHOR OF THIS POEM)))))IT IS COPYRIGHTED AND HAS BEEN SINCE 1996; SOMEONE HAS BEEN UNALAWFULLY PASSING IT AROUND OVER THE INTERNET WITHOUT EVEN GIVING ME THE COMMON COURTESY OF CREDITING ME FOR MY OWN WORK; I HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH PEOPLE SHARING MY WORK, THAT IS WHAT IS FOR....BUT I DO HAVE A PROBLEM WITH PEOPLE WHO DON'T GIVE CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE; PLEASE UPDATE MY POEM WITH MY NAME: MISTY NICOLE RAMSEY, COPYRIGHT 1996. THANK YOU VERY MUCH! ANY QUESTIONS: EMAIL ME AT OFFTHELINE@NETSCAPE.COM
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this is a very sad and great poem i just loooove it and i hope no child or youth gets hurt by there mom's or dads i hope that misty rest's in peace and i thank u for making it
by breanna butts age 12
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i absolutly love that poem, the first time i read it i bawled and called all my warm hearted friends to read it too... sure enough they cried too...its so touching,so real... u did an amazing job.... u should really enter it on www.poetry.com iv enteed poems on there n got them publishedn they aint half as great as this... good job.
TO ALL THE ABUSIVE PARENTS OUT THERE:I HOPE THIS POEM OPENS UR EYES!!!UR CHILD(REN)DIDNT ASK TO BE BROUGHT INTO THIS WORLD...LOVE THEM N CARE FOR THEM DNT ABUSE PPL LIK U MAKE ME SICK!!!!!
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So explain to me how I've known about this poem since 1986?
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Dear author,how can I connect with you?It's something wrong with your e-mail.
Afinskiy@rambler.ru
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If MISTY NICOLE RAMSEY said she is the author she's the author why try take it away from her. unless ur telling the truth n Misty is full of it. either way whoever the author maybe congrads on this work. its amazing well done.
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I saw a girl read this poem in high school as part of a competition, that was around 1996. Then a different girl submitted it to a poetry contest and won first place even though I told the judges she hadn't written it. That really pissed me off--especially since I got second with a poem I actually wrote.
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Misty Ramsey here again; TO WHOMEVER HAS ISSUES WITH ME AS THE AUTHOR..KISS MY ASS; IT'S BEEN PROVEN
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Misty Ramsey here again; TO WHOMEVER HAS ISSUES WITH ME AS THE AUTHOR..KISS MY ASS; IT'S BEEN PROVEN TIME AND TIME AGAIN. THE POEM WAS ORIGINALLY WRITTEN IN THE EARLY NINETIES BUT WASN'T COPYRIGHTED UNTIL 1996 WHEN I PUBLISHED IT ON MY WEBSITE. SECONDLY, IM SICK AND TIRED OF DEFENDING MY WORK BECAUSE SOMEONE STOLE IT FROM ME ORIGINALLY. SO WHATEVER..MY EMAIL IS KASSCABEL@YAHOO.COM IF ANYONE WANTS TO FURTHER DEBATE THIS OR COMMENT TO ME PERSONALLY!~ MISTY N. RAMSEY
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I distinctly remember hearing this poem read in 1986- I was in fourth grade and we were having poetry readings and my friend Robyn B. read this poem. So how could it have been written in the early 90's?