Daddy It Hurts by Nicole Shoemaker (Hmm, pretty strange surname huh?)
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 cant do a wrong.
I cant 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 I'll 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 too late.
His face has been twisted
Into an 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.
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