Post by Akadeanna Hawk on Nov 22, 2014 0:30:00 GMT -5
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 was 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 mummy does come home
I’ll try and be nice,
So maybe I’ll only get,
One whipping tonight.
I just heard the car,
My daddy’s back,
From Charlie’s Bar.
I hear his 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,
Says it’s 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 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 now it’s much to late,
His face has been twisted,
Into an unimaginable shape.
The hurt and the pain,
Again and again,
O please let it end!
And he finally stops,
And heads for the door,
While I lie there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Chris,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.
And you can help,
It sickens me to the soul,
If you read this,
And don’t pass it on.
I’ll pray for your forgiveness,
You would have to be,
One heartless person,
Not to 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!