My name is Chris, I am three, My eyes are swollen. I cannot see. I
must be stupid, I must be bad, What else could have made, My daddy
so mad? I wish I were better, I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe
my mommy, Would still want to hug me. I can't do wrong, I
can't speak at all, Or else I'm locked up, All day long.
When I'm awake, I'm all alone, The house is dark. My folks
aren't home. When my mommy
d..............................oescome home, I'll try and be
nice, So maybe I'll just get, One whipping tonight. I just
heard a car, My daddy is back, From Charlie's bar I hear him
curse, My name is called ,I press myself, Against the wall. I try
to hide, From his evil eyes, I'm so afraid now, I'm
starting to cry. He finds me weeping, Calls me ugly words, He says
its my fault, He suffers at work. He slaps and hits me, And yells
at me more, I finally get free, And run to the door. He's
already locked it, And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me,
Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor, With my bones nearly
broken, And my daddy continues, With more bad words
spoken.'I'm sorry!', I scream, But it's now much to
late, His face has been twisted, Into a unimaginable shape. The
hurt and the pain, Again and again, Oh please God, have mercy! Oh
please let it end! And he finally stops, And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless ,Sprawled on the floor. My name is
Chris, I am three, Tonight my daddy, Murdered me. And you can help,
Sickens me to the soul, If you read this, And don't re-post it.
I pray for your forgiveness, You would have to be, One heartless
person, Not to be affected, By this Poem. And because you ARE
affected, Do something about it! So all I ask you to do, Is re-post
this on! If you don't.. Then you obviously don't care about
child abuse