The following poem about preventing child abuse was recently forwarded to me. I hate forwards, especially those of the “pass this along …” variety. I especially hate forwards that appear to be written by eight-year-olds. Sure, the poem has a nice sentiment, but it is written so poorly that its meaning almost becomes lost. The affect/effect confusion is especially irritating, not to mention the use of the word “im.”
As a side note, passing along a poem isn’t going to stop child abuse. For more on how to prevent child abuse, visit http://www.preventchildabuse.org/.
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 can’t do a wrong
I can’t 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 i’ll just get
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a 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’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 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
Brawled on the floor
My name is chris
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me
And you can help
Sickens me top the soul,
And if you read this
and don’t pass it on
I pray for your forgiveness
Because you would have to be
One heartless person
To not be effected
By this Poem
And because you are effected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do
Is pass this on!
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE
5 responses so far ↓
Nikki // Monday, October 20, 2008 at 8:15 pm
U got this off the internet from the real poem my name is misty. can’t u come up with something of ur own
laurajeanette // Tuesday, October 21, 2008 at 8:08 am
Just to clarify. I never claimed to have written this poem, nor would I ever.
Jo // Wednesday, March 25, 2009 at 5:45 pm
You wouldn’t really want to claim to have written this poem. I’m glad I haven’t had this one emailed to me yet, what kind of tit thinks that writing a rubbish poem and forwarding it to their friends is a way of fighting child abuse?
laurajeanette // Wednesday, April 1, 2009 at 4:15 pm
Ha. Good question!
Moira // Sunday, November 15, 2009 at 8:18 am
Stop posting these! Little girls are sending them on as chain letters and they do not have the sense to know that this is just a poem. They think it’s factual (a 3 year old writing a poem before he’s killed????). My daughter and others are being told to send this everybody they know.