LakishaWT

Daddy, it Hurts
          	
          	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 ill just get 
          	One whipping tonight. 
          	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 
          	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 its now much to late 
          	His face has been twisted 
          	Into a unimaginable shape 
          	The hurt and the pain 
          	Again and again 
          	Oh please God, have mercy!
          	Oh 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 
          	Sickens me to the soul,
          	And if you read this and don't pass it on
          	I pray for your forgiveness 
          	Because you would have to be 
          	One heartless person 
          	To not 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! 
          	
          	IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE! PLEASE COPY AND PASTE THIS AND PASS IT ON !! REPOST THIS AS "Daddy it Hurts
          	
          	Pass it on!

LakishaWT

Daddy, it Hurts
          
          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 ill just get 
          One whipping tonight. 
          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 
          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 its now much to late 
          His face has been twisted 
          Into a unimaginable shape 
          The hurt and the pain 
          Again and again 
          Oh please God, have mercy!
          Oh 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 
          Sickens me to the soul,
          And if you read this and don't pass it on
          I pray for your forgiveness 
          Because you would have to be 
          One heartless person 
          To not 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! 
          
          IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE! PLEASE COPY AND PASTE THIS AND PASS IT ON !! REPOST THIS AS "Daddy it Hurts
          
          Pass it on!