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 wasn'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 mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice
So maybe i'll get
Just one whipping tonight
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's bar
I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall
I try 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 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 unspoken
"I'm sorry!" I scream
But it's now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into an unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please make it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While i lay there motionless
Sprawled out on the floor
My name is Chris
I am three
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me
And you can help
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!
