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December 1, 2009 1:49am CST
This is a story about Chris. Here is goes, and its titled: DADDY IT... HURTS! 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 were not ugly. Then my mommy, Would still want to hug me. I can't do wrong, I can't speak at all. Or else i'll be 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 try to be nice. So maybe i just get, One whipping tonight. I just heard i car, My daddy is back. From Charlie'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 am starting to cry. He finds me weeping, He calls me ugly words. He says, it's my fault, He suffer at work. He slaps and hit me, And yells at me more. I'm finally 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 it's now much too late. His face has been 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 for the door. While I lay there motionless, sprawled on the floor. My name is Chris, I am three. Tonight my Daddy, murdered me. This poem, makes my heart ache. I cried a lot reading this. I hope this will create and awareness to everyone, not just parents out there to treasure and value the our children. You can react to this poem..
1 response
• India
1 Dec 09
It is indeed a sad story for a child so small. One does feel pained to read it. There are so many children out there who are the victims of abuse, physical as well as emotional. My heart goes out to the children of beggers propped in their mother's arms as their mother beggs at the traffic signal. There is no much I can do except to hold my child closer to me and feel relief that God has given me the chance to care for at least my child. Our children are so precious and so are all the babies of this world!!
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• Philippines
2 Dec 09
I agree with you. my heart goes to children who are being used to beg. know both gov't and non-government organizations here in our country are trying to curve this problem. but somehow, there are still parents who does not know the responsibilities of being one. sometimes idea cross into mind like forcing the less educated women to limit their children (family planning, use of contraceptive and all), because they are the people to just produce many children without really being responsible, but i know this can also be a violation against their right. so what can we do? nothing, but to create an awareness in their mind that children are precious gifts that they should take care. in that ways, abuse and brutality against children can be lessened. thanks Mohinimandokhot. God Bless!