• A poem bout child abuse.
    My name is Lucifer, I am three. My eyes are swollen, I can not see.
    I most be stupid, I most 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 hug me.
    I can't do a wrong nor 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 mommy is home I try and be nice, so maybe I'll get one whipping tonight.
    I just heard a car my daddy's home from Charlie's bar.
    I heard him curse. Then my name is called, I press myself against the wall.
    I try and hide, from his evil eyes. I'm so afraid I start to cry.
    He finds me weeping, he calls me ugly names.
    He says it's my fault he suffers at work. He hits and slaps me. He 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 ad throws me against the hard wall. I fall to the floor my bones nearly broken. And my dad continues with more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry." I scream, but it's far too late. His face has been turned into an unimaginable shape. The hurt and the pain.
    Oh god have mercy, Oh 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 Lucifer, I am three.
    Tonight my daddy murdered me.
    Now I roam the underworld, to help those in need. I may have seen evil but I am not. If you read this but don't pass it on, I pray for your forgiveness. Because you have to be one heartless person to not be affected by this poem. If my parents continue to beat me I'll never know. But it all goes to show. If you copy this poem because you have nothing to do, then the same thing that happened to me could happen to you. For you people who were affected by this poem, do something about it. So I ask all of you to put this poem to use. Please pass on this message, IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!