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    The narrator tells her little sister to be quiet and hide from their abusive father who is coming home drunk. The sister is terrified for what their father will do, as in the past he has beaten and abused them, even killing their mother. As their father storms in, the narrator pleads for him to stop hurting them, but it is too late - he has murdered the little sister. The narrator mourns that if only someone had helped them earlier, her mother, herself, and now her sister would still be alive.

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    The narrator tells her little sister to be quiet and hide from their abusive father who is coming home drunk. The sister is terrified for what their father will do, as in the past he has beaten and abused them, even killing their mother. As their father storms in, the narrator pleads for him to stop hurting them, but it is too late - he has murdered the little sister. The narrator mourns that if only someone had helped them earlier, her mother, herself, and now her sister would still be alive.

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    POETRY

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    Devi Sivakumar
    The narrator tells her little sister to be quiet and hide from their abusive father who is coming home drunk. The sister is terrified for what their father will do, as in the past he has beaten and abused them, even killing their mother. As their father storms in, the narrator pleads for him to stop hurting them, but it is too late - he has murdered the little sister. The narrator mourns that if only someone had helped them earlier, her mother, herself, and now her sister would still be alive.

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    Be quiet

    Be quiet, little sister


    I hear
    The scrape of boots
    Coming down the hall
    Be quiet
    Be quiet little sister
    I hear footsteps
    Papa is coming
    Run little sister
    Run
    Hide yourself
    Cover yourself
    Before Papa sees you
    Yes, I hear him sister
    Where shall I run
    Where shall I hide
    For
    He always finds me
    No matter where I hide
    I wish Mama is here
    Yes, I wish Mama is here
    To wrap her arms
    Around us
    To protect us from Papa
    To guard us from Papa
    But Papa sent her away!
    Somewhere far
    Too far for Mama
    To ever come back
    Be silent little sister
    Be silent
    Papa is storming in
    Papa is furious
    Papa is drunk again

    Yes, I hear him sister


    But
    Where shall I run
    Where shall I hide
    Oh! My heart is racing
    Like a frighten rabbit
    My head is spinning
    Like a merry-go-round
    Help sister
    Help
    My blood is freezing
    In my veins
    The horrifying ordeal
    I am about to face
    Run sister,run
    Papa sees you now
    Under the bed
    Run sister, run
    Im frighten for you
    Please Papa!
    Dont hurt me!
    Dont hit me!
    Dont beat me!
    Look Papa look
    The wounds from yesterday
    Are burning like fire
    Look Papa look
    The wounds from yesterday
    Are raw and bloody
    Oh, please Papa
    Let her go
    Have mercy
    Shes only four

    No Papa no
    Not the belt again
    It tears my flesh
    No Papa no
    Not the bat again
    It breaks my bones
    No Papa no
    I will not survive
    Another blow
    On my face
    Cant you hear her cries of pain
    No Papa no
    I will not survive
    Another bash
    Against the wall
    Cant you see, Papa
    The white walls are red now
    Cant you see,Papa
    She is gasping for breath
    Cant you see, Papa
    She is dying....
    She is dying.....
    Look at her, Papa
    Her open, frighten eyes
    Her body absent of life
    Motionless now
    You have done it again Papa
    You have done it
    You did it to Mama
    You did it to me
    And now
    You have done it
    To my little sister
    You have murdered
    You have murdered
    All of us

    Come to me
    My little sister,
    Come
    You are free now
    As free as a bird
    Free from your chains of abuse
    Free from
    Pain and torment
    Come to me
    My little sister
    For you are safe now
    In my loving arms
    If only someone had listened
    To our desperate cry
    for help
    If only someone had taken us
    away from Papa
    If only someone had care about us
    Mama would not have died
    I would not have died
    My little sister
    Would not have died....

    WRITTEN BY
    WAYTHA NAYAGI PONNUSAMY

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