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 of 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 a 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 does come 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 Charlies bar I heard 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 brawl, 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 some more bad words spoken,
“I’m sorry!” I scream But now its much too late His face has been twisted Into an 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, And if you read this and don’t pass it on, I pray for your forgiveness Because you would have to be One heartless person To not be affected By this poem
And because you are affected, Do something about it! So all I ask you to do, Is pass this on! IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE! PLEASE PASS THIS ON!
Please, pass it on. Everyone needs to be aware of child abuse to stop it.