DR. FLAVE

My name is ChrisI am three,My eyes are swollenI cannot see,I must be stupidI must be bad,What else could have madeMy daddy so mad?I wish I were betterI wish I weren't ugly,Then maybe my mommyWould still want to hug me.I can't do a wrongI can't speak at allOr else I'm locked upAll day long.When I'm awake im all aloneThe house is darkMy folks aren't homeWhen my mommy does come homeI'll try and be nice,So maybe I'll just getOne whipping tonight.I just heard a carMy daddy is backFrom Charlie's bar.I hear him curseMy name is calledI press myselfAgainst the wallI try to hideFrom his evil eyesI'm so afraid nowI'm starting to cryHe finds me weepingCalls me ugly words,He says its my faultHe suffers at work.He slaps and hits meAnd yells at me more,I finally get freeAnd run to the doorHes already locked itAnd I start to bawl,He takes me and throws meAgainst the hard wallI fall to the floorWith my bones nearly broken,And my daddy continuesWith more bad words spoken,"Im sorry!", I screamBut its now much to lateHis face has been twistedInto a unimaginable shapeThe hurt and the painAgain and againOh please God, have mercy!Oh please let it end! And he finally stopsAnd heads for the doorWhile I lay there motionlessSprawled on the floorMy name is ChrisI am three,Tonight my daddyMurdered meAnd you can helpSickens me to the soul,And if you read this and dont pass it on I pray for your forgivness, because you would have to be one heartless person to not be effected by this PoemAnd because you are effected, do something about it!So all I ask you to do is pass this on!