Adelaide
It hurt the worst.
The very last hit.
Everything went white,
And here I sit.
My body lays still,
slowly turning pale.
Why can I see myself?
I must be dreaming.
Daddy throws me down the stairs.
But I don't move,
I sit here
It's my body.
I try to scream
I try to tell him.
He doesn't see me.
He doesn't care.
He watches the news
and sports and movies.
Momma comes home
and sees me hurting.
They are screaming,
He is punching.
Momma lays down and cries
as I take her hand.
She lets him do it,
this is bad.
Run away, Momma.
Run far away.
He did it to me just last year.
I never told you.
I was scared.
Now you are thrown down the stairs.
You glide up the stairs
like an angel.
You pick me up and say,
"It's time to go."
We leave the house
and this big man.
We sit here in heaven,
smiling and not crying.
