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My name is Sasha.
My sister is Leigh.
I am six,
And she is three.
My name is Sasha.
My sister is Leigh.
I am six,
And she is three.
Our dad's always mad.
He screams and he yells.
I don't think he likes us.
It's easy to tell.
Mum's only kind
When dad's not around,
And when he is home,
She hardly makes a sound.
Mum's always out,
Never home.
Dad's always drunk
And always alone.
As soon as we hear
Those jingly keys,
We run and hide.
We run and plea.
We find a place
And curl up tight.
I hold her hand
And she holds mine.
And soon enough,
Dad then walks in.
Don't make a sound; don't say a word.
I pray inside, deep within.
But Leigh, she cannot help herself
For the pain is just too much.
"Oh God," she yells,
"Why are you so mean?"
He doesn't like what she has said
And beats her even more,
And with one last hit,
Hard and strong, he pulls away and watches.
She takes one last gasp of air,
Our hands still holding,
Then falls to the ground where I sat
And doesn't move a muscle.
I stare at him ,
My eyes so blue.
He looks at me
And yells, "O you!"
"How dare you.
Make me so mad.
This is all your fault
Go cry be sad!"
My name is Sasha.
My sister is Leigh.
I am six,
And my beautiful sister was only three
That day my Daddy
Murdered her.
My best friend,
She was my world.
We stuck together
Through thick and thin,
But now she's gone.
I'm lost within.
When I was six, my sister three.
My Daddy murdered Leigh.
Since that day I have not spoke,
For it's speaking that made her die.
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