Comment on ‘Daddy…It Hurts’

I got the poem in my inbox a couple weeks ago, I think, and it bothered me then.  I passed it on to a few people, but not to everyone

I know.  Then I got it in my inbox a couple days ago from my niece.  She probably got it from me originally, because it took us all a

few days to get caught up on email from the few weeks we didn’t have internet access before and after we moved into our new place. 

 

I know so many kids are abused (both physically and verbally) or neglected, or left home alone all day (even very small children like a

3 year old) and they don’t get any hugs, love or enough nutrition or stimulation.  And not always because the parents can’t afford it. 

And of course the children also get blamed for the parents problems; like in the poem where the little boy says his father blames him

for his problems at work.

 

The poem in places sounds like what a three year old would think, like thinking if he behaves maybe he won’t get hit, or he’ll only get

one whipping, or maybe if he wasn’t ugly mommy would hug him, etc.   But in other places it doesn’t, like running for the door and

finding it locked. A 3 year old would cry, say daddy no, or maybe try to hide, but probably not try to run out the front door. But maybe

they would, I don’t know.  In any case, it’s very said and it bothers me.  But it should.  If it didn’t bother us, what kind of people would

we be, you know?

Daddy, It Hurts

You don’t have to pass it on, and it won’t mean you don’t care about child abuse. But when I read it (I didn’t write it.) it makes me cry because I know so many kids are left home alone, no hugs or love, then neglected, abused and even murdered. This is not a ‘daddy’ and a ‘mommy’. Daddys and mommies don’t do these things. Being a biol.ogical parent does NOT make you a ‘mommy’ or a daddy’.

 

 

Gail

 

This is A TRUE STORY AND IF YOU DON’T PASS THIS ON YOU DON’T HAVE A SOUL!!!
 
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 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 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, Sprawled on the floor.
 
My name is Chris, I am three, Tonight my daddy, Murdered me.
 
And you can help, Sickens me to the soul, If you read this, and don’t pass it on.
 
I pray for your forgiveness, You would have to be, One heartless person, Not to be affected, By this Poem.
 
And because you ARE affected, Do something about it! So all I ask you to do, IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
 
Post this as ‘Daddy … it hurts’ If you do not send this to everyone you know Then you obviously don’t care about child abuse.
 

At first I thought this was just a chain letter and I wasn’t going to send it either, but now I realize that this is an important situation. At least 5 children each day from around the world die from child abuse!!!!tk