I read this and got sick
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 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 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.
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 an 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.
If this Sickens you to the soul, you can help... How?
If you are affected By this Poem
Do something about it!
All I ask you to do is pass this on!
and if you know a child in this situation, do something about it.
If you read this and don't pass it on,
I pray for your forgiveness because that's why abuse continues along.
If you are this abuser... there is help... ask before it's to late... a friend, a wife, a brother, a father, a sister or a mother, a stranger, a doctor, a boss, anybody but your child. Just do something before it's to late. For a child doesn't ask to be born, it's your choice to bring them into this world. Love them, praise them, guide them, protect them... and if you feel the need to hit something or release your anger, come to me or to your nearest Biker, we'll gladly take your child's place.
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE! please repost this as daddy it hurts Please Support BACA (Bikers Against Child Abuse)
Peggy Poe
