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Daddy Don't Hurt Me

Monday, May 04, 2009

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 im locked up

All day long.

When im awake im 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 ill 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

Im 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

Hes 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 its 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

And you can help

Sickens me to the soul,

And if you read this

and don't pass it on

I pray for your forgivness

Because you would have to be

One heartless person

To not be affected

By this Poem

And because U R affected,

Do something about it!

So all i ask you to do

Is pass this on!


Member Comments About This Blog Post:
SDILLON4141 5/5/2009 3:40PM

    This was heart breaking.It makes you wonder just how many kids are abused each day.I loved this and passed it on to all my friends and family.

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CHEFROSE 5/5/2009 11:00AM

    Don't know what you are going through, but God has used you to help others. May you have peace and joy as you go through your journey. emoticon

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NEEDINGJESUS 5/5/2009 7:02AM

    This poem really touched me.It is so sad that these little children suffer so.I pray
that God help these little ones.Thank you for sharing.
Be Blessed,Stephanie

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BRENENG8 5/5/2009 6:49AM

  made me cry. But how true this does happen. I can't picture ever hurting my child. They are a gift from God. Thank you for sharing.

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RETRAC2 5/5/2009 5:08AM

  Maggie thank you for sharing such a poem such as this. It reminds us that not everyone is as loving and caring and we should learn to listen to our children and their friends and hear what they sometimes are saying without saying a word.

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NEWSTART4KARYN 5/4/2009 10:44PM

    There is a lot of pain in the world. There are many people who try to help and there are plenty who turn a deaf ear. Recovering from pains like these when you have them buried in your head and heart and soul can be so hard. You go on but you try to forget even though you know people have had it worse like this poor little boy. And you thank God things are better. I pray for the suffering children today and the ones who have the child within them that never healed from their own pain and suffering. And I pray that the cycle will be broken. I pray for healing in our lives. I pray for a better way of life that people would respect and love each other and not make each other miserable to the point that these horrible things would happen. And I hope that those with dark souls such who are capable of such hard acts of cruelty would face themselves and stop before it's too late.

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WOOLRIPPER 5/4/2009 10:40PM

    So sad, but often so true.

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CROTTY 5/4/2009 10:33PM

    That mad me cry. It was beautiful in a negative way. Thanks for sharing that with us.

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JIBBIE49 5/4/2009 9:40PM

    Is this from that book "The Child Called IT"?

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BOYSMOM9698 5/4/2009 8:51PM

    What a heartwrenching poem. As a mother, I've never understood how someone could hurt their own child, yet it happens again and again.


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FIGHTERCHICK32 5/4/2009 8:43PM

    As someone who has worked with so many abused children, I know how often this happens. The sad thing is that after all of these years it is still happening. Thanks for sharing!


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MOMMA48 5/4/2009 8:36PM

    Oh, my Angel! What a touching poem and I'm almost started to cry! I will definitely pass it on -- you are an angel to post this. As you know, I once volunteered at a Womens' Shelter and I spent time with the kids -- and this is so true -- that is why is so heart-wrenching to know that these happens to our children behind closed doors -- and the world never knows! Now, you got me teary-eyed -- but I love it -- because I cared for those kids back those years and I care for each and every one of them today -- as their cries for help are not heard!
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