God's sent Little Angels: God's sent little Angels

God's sent Little Angels: God's sent little Angels: "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.. ..."

God's sent little Angels

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 sh ape.

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,
Is pass this on!


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!!!!

This happens across the board, no matter how much money they have or their ethnicity.
Please help.

-This were the exact words written on facebook by a certain Venus Atag Nakayama. I post this blog to pass this heartfelt story of a 3 year old boy. I was shocked, and I could never imagine how could someone hurt this very fragile and defenseless young boy. I could imagine his pain, anxiety, helpless, unwanted, his feeling of being scared and not being loved.  I want to scream knowing their are people who abused our precious lil' ones. How could someone hurt a little angel? These are God's gift to us. They are the one who makes us complete and be our bundle of joy? I can't help but feel the anger of hearing stories like this. 
I am also a mother and its my responsibility to make sure that my kids are safe from harm, make them feel my love and the assurance that they are not alone. These people who abused children, these people who thinks and acts like irresponsible person should be ashamed of themselves. My prayers are  for our God's little angels, that they may have the guardians/parents/relatives that will truly guide them, protect them from harm and give them unconditional love. I wish child abuse be stop. If only I have the power and authority to take care of these abandoned children, with all my heart I will give them the love and care they truly deserved. Please let us help our little ones and let us start now. Let us join together to make our world truly a better place for our young one's.