Why Does She Hurt Me? Poem by Ima Ryma

I am now beginning to feel
That she does not like me too much.
The pain and hunger are so real.
I truly long for loving touch.
It seems like I am left alone
With no one near to care for me.
Then I hear her in angry tone,
And know that soon there's pain to be.
To fall asleep is so welcome.
Her final blows do put me there.
She puts my body cold and numb
Into a dumpster, beyond care.

Not a bag of garbage, instead
A year old baby beaten dead.