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 aren't
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 Charlies
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
She looks at the
picture.
Three candles on the cake and hair in pigtails.
"What happened to my baby?" she
asks.
"You used to love me and be so
sweet,"
I try to hide the tears
gathering in eyes.
"What happened, just what
heppend?"
Mom shakes head at photo. I take it
and throw it down. Glass breaks.
"She grew up
mom,"