Daddy, It Hurts....

At least 5 children each day from around the world die from child abuse! The following is supposedly to be a true story. If you're against child abuse, please pass on the message to others...

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 Mom 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 too 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

Sickens me to the soul

If you read this

And don't pass it on.

 

I pray for your forgiveness

You would have to be

One heartless person

Not to 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!

Email received from Sharifah Khatijah Syed Abdul Rahman Al-Attas, February 2011