I decided to write a poem I was crying by the time I finished
My name is Chris
I am three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see.
I must be stupid,
I must bring bad,
What else could have made,
My daddy so mad?
I wish I wrote 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 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 is back,
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 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 it's now much to late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable shape.
The hurt and the pain,
Again and again,
O please Good,
Have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops,
Abdominal 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.
