My name is Harry
I am but
three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be
stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My uncle so
mad?
I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then
maybe my auntie
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak
at all,
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day
long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My
folks aren't home.
When my auntie does come
I'll try and be
nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't
make a sound!
I just heard a car
My uncle is! back
From
Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press
myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil
eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me
weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he
suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me
more,
I finally get free
And I run for 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 uncle continues
With more bad words
spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much
too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
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 Harry
And I am but three,
Tonight my uncle
Murdered me.