Dirty Little Girl
Mommy please talk to me,why are youmad?
What did I do so wrong, I didn't know daddy wasn't
to touch me?
Daddy told me if I tell he would kill me, and
thats what us little girls are for.
He said I was his little toy.
Mommy please I think there is something wrong
with me.
Mommy I am not dirty, I am not a whore, I am your
daughter please help me.
I went to the doctors and I got the worse thing ever,
I was having a baby and I am a baby myself.
Oh God let me die I don't belong here, mommy hates me,
daddy thinks I am his toy.
My brother despise me for what I'm doing with daddy,
he calls me a dirty little girl.
I didn't know, please help me Lord to show daddy this is wrong,
I am his baby girl not his love toy.
I died that night when daddy,hurt me for the last time.
I will never be hurt in that way again.
When I was dying mommy told me that is what I get,
for being a dirty little whore.
Daddy went to jail, mommy still blaming me,and my
brother is still in denial of my truth.
Poetry by wbluerose02
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Written on 2005-10-13 at 17:20
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