Daisy Barron English II 7th November 5, 2013 “No Longer Hurting” Papa throws me to the ground, Yelling that it would have been better if I were never born. The mother only turns around, My heart is crying and is being torn. I cry out for mommy, Hoping for her to hear me. She runs from me almost if I was a tsunami. I call for her like a screaming banshee. Papa crushes my throat, And tries to snap my bones. He pulls me and begins to tote, He throws me to the ground, in a pile of stones. I cry for Papa to stop, But he’s too oblivious to my cries, He pushes me around like I’m a simple prop. As he continues, I lose hope and pray to the skies. I start to fade, Everything is going black. I hear police’s sirens, coming to my aid. But I just don’t want to ever to back. I sit up slowly, The pain is finally away. And I see an angel that is very much holy. I look to see mama and papa sounding very like a bray. The angel smiles at me and hold my hand, No one seems to see us, and he leads me away. I ask, “Am I going somewhere grand?” The angel said, “It’s a place, where it’s one person you must obey.” The angel kissed my forehead, and a light appeared for me to see, I asked, “Am I going to Heaven, Angel?” “Of course, but don’t worry. It’s a place your parent will never be.”