My Name is Dylan
I am only four
My Daddy never used
to hit me before
Lady, Lady
I Need some ice
He punched me in the eye
It was not very nice
Excuse me, excuse me
I freeze with fright
As the door SLAMS
I fear the pain that awaits me tonight
While he shouts in my face
Youre such a waste
he kicks my knee
with a look of distaste
"Im sorry" I scream
As he balls up his fists
Grabbing me by my wrists
He is daring me to resist
I know its my fault
for not being what he wants
If he found me perfect
He would not subject me to his taunt
Nobody listens
Nobody cares
Im just a child
Messing in their affairs
BOY AGED 4
FOUND DEAD ON THE STREET
FATHER OF BOY MISSING SINCE JUNE
I really like the way you layed out this poem, it gives a deep insight into the issue that you are adressing and makes the reader sense the emotion expressed in the poem. Shaira Berg
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