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
Sprawled on the floor
My name is Chris
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
Nimic nu poate fi mai dezumanizant sau traumatizant ca ceea ce e descris mai sus…Pentru cei care au nevoie de traducere,o gasiti mai jos:
Numele meu e Chriss
Si am trei ani.
Ochii mei sunt umflati,
Nu pot sa vad,
Trebuie sa fiu prost,
Trebuie sa fiu rau,
Ce altceva as fi putut face
Sa-l fac pe tata atat de furios?
Imi doresc sa fiu mai bun,
Imi doresc sa nu fiu urat,
Si-atunci poate mami,
Ar m-ai vrea sa ma imbratiseze.
Nu pot sa fac nimic rau,
Nu pot sa vorbesc deloc
Altfel sunt inchis,
Toata ziua.
Cand sunt treaz,sunt singut toata ziua,
Toata casa e in intuneric
Parintii nu sunt acasa…
Cand mama vine acasa,
Incerc sa fiu cuminte,
Si poate o sa primesc doar o biciuire.
Tocmai am auzit masina,
Tatii s-a intors
De la barul lui Charlie.
Il aud injurand,
Mama e chemata,
Ma lipesc de perete,
Incerc sa ma ascund
De ochii lui rai,
Imi e frica acum,
Incep sa plang,
Ma gaseste plangand,
Imi spune cuvinte urate,
Imi spune ca e vina mea
Ca sufera la lucru.
Ma plesneste si ma bate,
Si tipa si mai mult,
Scap in sfarsit
Si fug catre usa
Dar el a inchis-o deja,
Incep sa strig
Dar el ma ia si ma arunca in peretele tare,
Si cad pe podea,
Cu oasele aproape rupte,
Si tati continua cu si mai multe cuvinte urate,
“Imi pare rau”,strig,
Dar e mult prea tarziu,
Fata lui e intoarsa intr-o forma inimaginabila,
Suferinta si durerea,
Din nou si din nou
O,Doamne,te rog ai mila!
Te rog,fa-l sa se termine!
Si se opreste in sfarsit,
Si se indreapta catre usa,
In timp ce eu stau acolo,fara sa ma misc,
Imprastiat pe podea,
Numele meu e Chriss,
Am trei ani,
Si in seara asta,tatal meu,
M-a ucis…
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