Murdered (my Daddy Murdered Me)
my name is emily I am but three
im a little girl whos ugly
I hear the car door
oh no dads home
my head is brusied
my leg is sore
dad is comming
he is mad
i never ever did
anything bad
he slams open the door
she grabs my hair then swore
I scream and cry
my hair he tore
I lay there twiching on the floor
mum has the phone in her hand
my father is a disturbed man
and the police take dad away
on the floor in blood i lay
till im buried in the ground
till im stitting on a cloud
my name is emily i am but three
tonight my daddy murdered me
poem by Jojo Leigh
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