never blaming her mother

The child could disassociate rapidly when she had to She had plenty of practice Thanks to her mother bringing home new daddies Some had not been kind to the little girl She had gotten used to staying in the corner While things were done to her body that she did not like She could weasel out of herself quickly Before she knew she was going to be uncomfortable Never blaming her mother Who was usually passed out on the couch The little girl did what she could To preserve lightness of her soul Detaching herself from the scene At a moment’s notice When the daddies came calling As her selfish mother slept.