My name is Angel, I am but three;
My eyes are swollen, I cannot see.

I am not loved, I am abused
and left black and blue.

I must do right, I can't do wrong,
or else I am locked up for days on.

When I awake, I'm alone.
The house is dark, My Mommy's  gone.

Deep down inside I feel so bad
all alone and very sad.
I feel like an expensive joke.
No more, no less ... than speed or coke.

I must be quiet now!  I hear a car.
My mommy is back from the Bar.
I hear her curse. My name she calls.

I squeeze myself against the wall
laying on my bed in the dark and all alone.
It's too late. Her face is twisted into hate.

I feel the pain again and again.
Oh, Dear God! Please let it end!

My name is Angel, I am but three.
Last night the lord took me ...

(Author Unknown)

 

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