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 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 I'll just get
One whipping tonight.I just heard a car,
My daddy is back
From Charlie's barI hear him curse,
My name is called,
I press myself
Against the wall.I try to hide
From his evil eyes,
I'm so afra...