NO CHILD SHOULD HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS~~~~~ 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 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 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 > >Hes 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 > >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 > >Sickens me to the soul, > >And if you read this > >and dont pass it on > >I pray for your forgivness > >By this Poem > >So all i ask you to do > >Is pass this on! > >IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
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