I had a bad day nothing went right, sometimes I want to lie down and cry.
She hit me hard and broke my crown; I put on a frown and made no sounds.
I ran to my room and went to sleep; I woke up because I had a bad dream.
I dreamt I was falling I was drifting into air, I was scared, I was afraid, & I felt the despair.
I was crying, wishing this never happened but it did I was dying.
Feeling the torture of being abused, I wanted it to stop but it grew and grew.
It finally stopped when I didn’t wake up everyone was crying while I was floating up.
My mom looked up as the doctor’s said “I’m so sorry for your loss ma’am but you daughter’s dead”.
She knew what happened to me but couldn’t speak a verse for the doctor’s couldn’t know of my mother’s secret curse.
I was out of the picture like a candle on a cold winter night, and so she shed a tear and told the doctors goodnight.
See my mother’s dark secret wasn’t really just a curse; she wasn’t really satisfied until we rode away in a hearse.
As the service was over and the crows grew near, the little girl sitting down was struck with fear.
My mother took her in and all was well, until the little girl had her first taste of hell.
It was happening again with every single child her eyes began to bulge and her face grew wild.
My mother’s curse grew deeper with every soul she took and every child’s name was written inside a book.
And so I was finally set free like a bird up in the sky, hoping the next child won’t be by my side.

This poem was written/submitted by Jocelyn Feliciano.