My name is Chris
I am three
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 cant do a wrong
I cant speak at all
Or else im locked up
All day long.
When im awake im all alone
The house is dark
My folks arent home
When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Chariles bar.
I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
Im 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
Hes 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,
"Im 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
And you can help
Sickens me to the soul,
And if you read this
and dont pass it on
I pray for your forgivness
Because you would have to be
One heartless person
To not be effected
By this Poem
And because u r effected,
Do something about it!
So all i ask you to do
Is pass this on!
I am three
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 cant do a wrong
I cant speak at all
Or else im locked up
All day long.
When im awake im all alone
The house is dark
My folks arent home
When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Chariles bar.
I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
Im 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
Hes 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,
"Im 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
And you can help
Sickens me to the soul,
And if you read this
and dont pass it on
I pray for your forgivness
Because you would have to be
One heartless person
To not be effected
By this Poem
And because u r effected,
Do something about it!
So all i ask you to do
Is pass this on!
Today (well, okay, yesterday) in English class we were learning about facts and opinions, and the difference between them. Then we had to fill in an opinion sheet called "The Best", where it would say "The best [something] is..." and you had to fill in the blank with what you think is the best color/tv show/food/other is. When we were done, we shared ours with the rest of the class. One boy, Max, decided to share his...
Max: The best teacher is...Mrs.Short-Robertson!
Mrs.Short Robertson: [laughing] Oh, suck up.
Max: I said it was an opinion, not a fact.
A/N: See, I told you purple isn't red. Turns out I was right after all...
Max: The best teacher is...Mrs.Short-Robertson!
Mrs.Short Robertson: [laughing] Oh, suck up.
Max: I said it was an opinion, not a fact.
A/N: See, I told you purple isn't red. Turns out I was right after all...
who am I ?
I have black a white spots,
I produce milk,leather and beef
I normally eat grass
I say 'mooo' a lot
I am a cow
Who am I ?
I am a liquid
I can flow from rivers lakes damns and also through the tap.
I can clean you
I am in you
I can keep you from dehydration
I am water
Who am I ?
I am food
I can be eaten
I am fleshy
I can be cooked
I can be the colour brown, red, or pink.
I am yummy
sometimes I can be the main course of a meal
I am meat
Who am I,
I am fluffy
I can flow around the air
I am light
I come from a bird
you can pull me apart
I am a feather
I have black a white spots,
I produce milk,leather and beef
I normally eat grass
I say 'mooo' a lot
I am a cow
Who am I ?
I am a liquid
I can flow from rivers lakes damns and also through the tap.
I can clean you
I am in you
I can keep you from dehydration
I am water
Who am I ?
I am food
I can be eaten
I am fleshy
I can be cooked
I can be the colour brown, red, or pink.
I am yummy
sometimes I can be the main course of a meal
I am meat
Who am I,
I am fluffy
I can flow around the air
I am light
I come from a bird
you can pull me apart
I am a feather