How She Died! ! Poem by Becky Ginn

I went straight to my room,
And stayed out of Mama's face.
For a while I felt safe, Daddy.
I hadn't said or done anything wrong.
I was a good girl, Daddy, honestly.
But it wasn't enought for Mama.
Then I went down to get some food Dad,
What came next I didn't see coming.
I turned around and saw Mama and her fist.
Now I'm lying on the kitchen floor, Dad,
The police are here, I can hear them now,
Bruises and brakes make up my little body,
And I'm too week to even cry.
I now hear the men in white coats saying,
My body is broken, 'She's going to die.'
I just wish someone had stopped this sooner,
I wish someone had noticed, noticed i was too scared.
It's no one's fault Daddy, not yours,
But why do women like Mama hurt kids like me?
So why do they do it, Daddy?
Why do they want to destroy innocent lives?
Maybe if someone had done something before,
I'd be standing here, still alive.
My chest is getting tighter, Daddy,
Daddy...Daddy, I'm scared.
Everything is getting dark,
Daddy I wish you were here to hold me
To rock me warm and genlty,
As I lay here, so cold, and die.
I wish I could say how much I love you.
I love you, Daddy....good bye.