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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 I'll just get



One whipping tonight.



I just heard a car



My daddy is back



From Charile'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 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


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,


Im sorry!", I scream



But it's now much to 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