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 mommy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my daddy
Would still want to hug me.
i cant do a wrong
I cant speak at all
Or else im locked up
All day long.
when im awake im all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my daddy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get
One whipping tonight.
i just heard a car
My mommy is back
From Charlies bar
I hear her curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall
I try to hide
From her evil eyes
Im so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
She finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
She says its my fault
She suffers at work
She slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to the door
Shes already locked it
And I start to bawl,
She takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my mommy continues
With more bad words spoken,
"Im sorry!", I scream
But its now much to late
Her 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 she 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 mommy
Murdered me
And you can help
Sickens me to the soul,
And if you read this
and don't pass it on
I pray for your forgivness
Because you would have to be
One heartless person
To not be affected
By this Poem
And because U R affected,
Do something about it!
So all i ask you to do
Is pass this on!
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
PLEASE COPY AND PASTE THIS AND PASS IT ON !!
REPOST THIS AS "mommy it hurtz
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