Please mommy don't leave me here.
He's standing there holding a beer.
I'm crying as she walks down the stairs.
Never looking back as if she doesn't care.
He was in the kitchen and I heard a loud boom.
Thats when I ran upstairs to my room.
He started upstairs screeming my name.
I knew he was looking for me to blame.
Under my bed is where I hid.
He opened the door and said"hey where are you kid.
He reached under my bed and pulled my out.
He said little girl don't cry or pout.
I never cried I just turned my head.
After he finished I wished I was dead.
Teresa Skyles
02/17/08
Please momma's out there think about who you leave your
babies with.
