Daddy

• Katyana Wiesner-ellix, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2011

Daddy’s coming home from a hard day’s work.
Even the thought of what he might do, hurts.
He slams the door for a way to relieve his anger,
I have nothing else but to his behaviour pander;
There’s really no point in my hiding.
I have nothing, but hope and dreaming
that daddy wasn’t half as mean.
He yells at me to be silent, and beats me as I look
into his eyes that are so violent....bruises bulging...
He leaves my body bleeding, blind to what I’m feeling.
I try to fall asleep, but my consciousness I keep,
Praying to God and tell Him that I need Him...
With my last breath, I think of what is left,
But daddy can rejoice – my leaving was his choice
I love you daddy and always will – even though you beat me
I love you still.