Blissa
09-06-2009, 09:39 PM
Hey guys, here's a poem about Baby P.
My name is P, I'm nearly three...
My bones are broken, can't you see?
I wont say a word,
because I'm never right,
I cuddle my teddy in terror at night,
I lay and I wonder what morning will bring,
will they finally treat their prince like a king?
I wake without fail to an angry frown,
it seems this prince wont get his crown,
are they disappointed? Am I a bad kid?
the front door slammed, I ran and I hid
"P!!! Where are you?!" I heard him call,
would he hit me again? Was I going to fall?
"Please daddy don't hurt me!" I repeated again,
he seemed to ignore my squirming in pain,
I called for my mummy, she didn't reply,
why could nobody hear my echoing cry?
I was praying to god I'd survive this attack,
but I didn't, because daddy broke my back.
now, never could I walk again,
but never would I feel the pain,
of fist upon fist, slamming down on my face,
this beast wasn't part of the human race,
I wish I had words, but I can only weep,
my pain is all hidden yet runs so deep,
three years came and three years went,
I suffered on though my soul was spent.
My name is Peter, and let it be known,
don't allow lonely children to cry on their own.
"The bruises, they hurt" I said in my mind,
the hate in their eyes, I wished I'd go blind,
the end came soon, it always will,
slow my blood and tears did spill,
my bones got weak, my body frail,
the doctors said my face looked pale.
"Sweet dreams world" I closed my eyes,
no longer will you hear my cries.
And still the worst is yet to see...
I loved them both, they murdered me.
My name is P, I'm nearly three...
My bones are broken, can't you see?
I wont say a word,
because I'm never right,
I cuddle my teddy in terror at night,
I lay and I wonder what morning will bring,
will they finally treat their prince like a king?
I wake without fail to an angry frown,
it seems this prince wont get his crown,
are they disappointed? Am I a bad kid?
the front door slammed, I ran and I hid
"P!!! Where are you?!" I heard him call,
would he hit me again? Was I going to fall?
"Please daddy don't hurt me!" I repeated again,
he seemed to ignore my squirming in pain,
I called for my mummy, she didn't reply,
why could nobody hear my echoing cry?
I was praying to god I'd survive this attack,
but I didn't, because daddy broke my back.
now, never could I walk again,
but never would I feel the pain,
of fist upon fist, slamming down on my face,
this beast wasn't part of the human race,
I wish I had words, but I can only weep,
my pain is all hidden yet runs so deep,
three years came and three years went,
I suffered on though my soul was spent.
My name is Peter, and let it be known,
don't allow lonely children to cry on their own.
"The bruises, they hurt" I said in my mind,
the hate in their eyes, I wished I'd go blind,
the end came soon, it always will,
slow my blood and tears did spill,
my bones got weak, my body frail,
the doctors said my face looked pale.
"Sweet dreams world" I closed my eyes,
no longer will you hear my cries.
And still the worst is yet to see...
I loved them both, they murdered me.