My name is
Chris, I am three, my eyes are swollen, and 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
folkes 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's home, 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 it's my
fault he suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me, and yells and 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 too
late, his face has been twisted,
into to 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.
STOP
CHILD ABUSE
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