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 werent ugly Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me I cant do a wrong I cant speak at all
Or else Im locked up All day long When Im awake
Im all alone The house is dark My folks arent home
When my mommy does come home I'll 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 him 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 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 'Im sorry', i scream But its now much to late
His face has been twisted To an unimaginable state 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 Sickens me to the soul
And if you read this And dont pass it on I pray for your forgiveness
Because you would have to be One heartless person To not be effected
By this Poem And because you are effected Do something about it
So all i ask you to do Is pass this on
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
PLEASE COPY AND PASTE THEN PASS IT ON
but don`t send this in a message
put it in yurr blog
