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Why Daddy Why?
He came to my room almost every night, Even back then I knew this wasn't right, That look in his eyes as he sat on my bed, I started to tremble as he stroked my head. "Daddy don't hurt me I'm your little girl," But "Daddy" was in his own sick world, Touching me in places forbidden to him, And making me promise to never tell them. I was only seven when my nightmare began, How helpless I was at the hands of this man, This person who likes to call himself "Dad," Thinking back now really makes me mad. It's three years later and I'm ten years old, Up to this point I haven't told a soul, I never understood why my mother couldn't see, That the man she loved was nightly raping me! I acted up at home and followed no rules, Getting into trouble and flunking out at school, My teacher enter vined and asked "what's wrong?" My eyes filled with tears though I tried to be strong. To my teacher I exposed my secrets kept inside, The weight was too much, no longer could I hide. This woman was my hero, she saved me from "him," But now I truly worried what he might do to them. Well "Daddy" went to jail and my mother blamed me, "I'T'S ALL YOUR FAULT'" she yelled; is this how it's supposed to be? I ended up with Granny, may God Bless her soul, She raised me up and loved me, she worked to make me whole. Though it happened long ago I still feel sad, How could my "Daddy" willingly do something that bad? To violate someone that he helped to create, I guess he never learned how to appreciate, Me...
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