Shh! Don't rat me out!
If my mom and dad find me
they'll scream and shout.
Then they will beat me.
I should've learned my lesson
when they broke my knee.
I'll cover up and lie
about my bruises at school
my teachers willask why I cry.
Oh no!! My mom is coming for her coat!!
I think shesaw me,
for there is a knife in my throat.
"Jamie," God said, "come into heaven!"
but still I am sad. My mom killed me.
I was eleven.
Shh!
A little girls, called Jamie, last day on earth.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
