Ugh...
My name is Kris,
I am 3,
My eyes are swollen and 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 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,
Then maybe i'll only get 1 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 my-self against the wall,
I try to hide from his evil eyes.
I'm so afraid now,
I start to cry,
He finds me weeping,
calls me ugly words.
He says it's 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,
I start to bawl.
He takes me and throws me against the hard wall,
I fall to the floor, my bones nearly broken.
And my daddy continues w/ more harsh words spoken.
"I'm sorry!" I scream,
But now it's much too late,
His face is 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 to the door.
While I lay there motionless,
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Kris,
I am 3,
Tonight my daddy murdered me.
Child abuse is everywhere and sometimes it does more than leave a small mark. Help. Listen to their cries of halp. These kids need you, me, or someone who can help them. This poem is dedicated to my best friend, Kris. Though I wish I could go back in time and take him away from the hurt and pain, I can't. I believe it is because he wishes for me to live on and tell his story and protect those who can't protect themselves.