I Am a Good Girl
What happen to me, is unknown. There is no record or police report for me.
No, I was a good girl, mommy would be mad if I told her what he did to me.
My body is numb, my heart hurts, 98.6 degree body now runs cold
I open my legs and see red.
If only I could be so lucky to never see your face again.
250,000 a year, but what number am I where am I.
There is no number for an unknown.
Because, I was a good girl, mommy would be mad if I told her what he did to me.
My skin is dark with dirt it won’t wash off.
I am scared, haunted with the memories of what your
Finger, tongue, your body did to me.
I am no longer innocent no I am no child
I have felt the touch of a man at the age of six,
How could you do this to your one and only sis.
I wanted to scream for you mommy.
But, I am a good girl, mommy would be mad if I told her what he did to me.
Copyright © Isabelle Carter | Year Posted 2011
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