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 werent ugly
then maybe my mommy
would still want to hug me
i cant do a wrong
orelse in locked up
all day long
when im awake in all alone
the house is dark
my folks arent home
when my mommy does come home
ill try and be nice
so maybe ill just get
one whipping tonight
i just heard a car
my daddy is back
from chariles bar
i hear his curse
my name is called
i press myself
against the wall
i try to hide
from his evil eyes
im so afraid now
im 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 finaly get free
and run to the dorr
hes already locked it
and i staart 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
''im sorry!'' , i scream
but its now much to late
his face has been twisted
into a unimaginable shape
the hurt and the pain
again and again
o please god, have mercy
o 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
sicked me to the soul
and if you read this
and dont pass it on
i pray for your forivness
because you would have to be
one heartledd person
to not be effected
by this poem
and because u r effected
do something about ot
so all i ask you to do
is pass this on! IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
