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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



And you can help



Sickens me to the soul,



And if you read this



and don't pass it on



I pray for your forgivness





Because you would have to be



One heartless person



To not be affected



By this Poem



And because U R affected,



Do something about it!



So all i ask you to do



Is pass this on!



IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!