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 werent ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I cant speak at all
I cant do a wrong
All day long.
When im awake im all alone
The house is dark
My folks arent home
When my mommy does come home
I’ll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get
One whipping tonight.
What was that noise?
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
Im 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,* because if u r effected, Do something about it!
*So all i ask you to do Is pass this on! … if your against child
abuse, pass this on.
Kelli Linton (N2O Limited)
*I thought i’d share this with u all…sometimes we forget about the little ones suffering, some cud even be in our own neighbourhood. So pray for abused children and stay alert to any signs.
Website for prevention:
http://www.cardinalmccloskeyservices.org/blue_ribbon.shtml
