A poem by my 10-year-old daughter Izabella Toney.
You were the one who held me when I cried.
You were the one who taught me everything when I died.
You were the one who made me happy when I sighed.
You were the one who told me stories, but you lied!
You didn’t just kill me because you wanted to.
You killed just so I would die for you!
You didn’t love me because you didn’t make me cringe.
You loved me just because you saw me do all my sins!
You made me a murderer not a savior.
Now I torture people and drink their tears.
Shell de Toni 