Daddy And The Nameless Child Poem by Heather Gibson

I was walking outside with an old friend.
It wasn't the kind where she's covered in wrinkles. It wasn't the kind where she was three no this friend she was covered in bruises.

Her father beats her. He would normally torment her till she only wished she were dead.
The reason for all of this you say? While little young innocent Jessi's mother was giving birth, Jessi was lucky enough to live- so thats what she thought.

Day in and day out little Jessi suffers. Only if she had a mother to go home to. Little Jessi goes to school beaten, wearing rags. What do the other children think of this? They think Little Jessi is poor. They think Little Jessi is incapable of reaching her goals.

One night the neighbors hear Little Jessi crying. They turn out the lights. No one cares Little Jessi is reaching her goals. Her goals to fly- Fly high in the clouds with people who love her.