Take Those Panties Down
“But Counselor Lady, I have to be the one sacrificed,” the 8-year-old argued through silent tears that were streaming so slowly down her face, I could barely see them.
“My mommy will die if I don’t take down my panties, and then I’ll be left with him all alone.”
All alone!
With him.
Oh, my gawd.
I try not to imagine that.
All alone for ten more years or twenty or thirty?
And how much damage then to this little girl,
Who wants to trust, wants to hope,
But has learned there is no one
there for her. NO ONE!
Her amazingly loving
caregivers have rightfully
taught her at 8, 7,
6, 5,maybe
even 4, or 2 that there's
no such a thing as a
Free lunch. You want
our food, a safe place
to live, new shoes,
or your mama's love,
You'd better take those
Panties down.
You want a new jacket?
We can’t afford it unless you
Take those panties down.
Because if he leaves, we
won't have any money.
And he wants you, and
I'm your mother, and
you'd better respect me.
You are in control here,
young lady! We are
Just waiting for YOU to
Do the right thing. So
Damn it little girl, take those panties down!
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