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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..