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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow..it is to well done to say anything but Wow..