Dad
She sits in her room waiting,
Waiting for that man to come,
To come up those stairs and into her bedroom.
She listens for the creaking step,
That step tells her if he is coming to hurt her,
To play with his toy again,
To play with her.
As he comes up that creaking step,
She grips the long medal object on her hand,
And she waits in silence, and in tears for him to enter her room.
When he is at the top she sneaks,
Sneaks to a corner of her room and watches the door,
Watches for him to enter.
Finally the door opens, and there he stands,
She looks at the man standing in her doorway,
And watches him creep closer to her,
As he gets closer she grips that object harder,
And she jumped on that man,
Stabbing him the chest.
Finally it is over,
No more crying,
No more hurting,
No more rape.
Finally dad is dead
He can't hurt her anymore.
Written by: Alicia Faunce
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