This poem was sent to me recently and I felt that I must post it for everyone to read.

Daddy it Hurt’s

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 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

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 it’s now much too 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

Child abuse is endemic today. Throughout the world many children are murdered by their own parents every day. Please pass this poem on to make people aware of what is happening to our children.