Mrs. Tar is dead
Our father left us in her care. Me and my sister and her teadybear.She locked us in a closet day and night. We didn't have any food and we were left out of sight.We heard a knock at the door.I yelled that I couldn't take it any more.I fealt sick and wanted to lay in the bed.An officer told us that our suffering was over because Mrs. Tar was dead.
by,
Marie Hardnett(marievegan)
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| How could he be in heaven when he killed me? | 2 | 03/28/2010 |
| My mind is a blind slate. | 1 | 03/28/2010 |
| The day they took me away. | 0 | 03/28/2010 |
| Who am I out there? | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
| The day I died | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
| He was Just out of Jail | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
| He didn't see me. | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
| Mrs. Tar is dead | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
| I see the Light. | 0 | 08/22/2009 |
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