Dear Daddy-
I write this poem from my house, tonight.
Thinking maybe things, will actually now be alright.
My new family doesn't hit me, and starve me like you.
Infact, they cherish everything I do.
They don't try to touch me, and don't yell at me.
They see what a good little girl I am, and can be.
They' play with me, and read me bed time book.
And they don't laugh and point, at the way I look.
They comb my honey colored hair, and move it away from my pretty blue eyes
and they love me so much, I don't have to lie.
They kiss my cuts, and bruises, for healing.
Like you, they don't give me that awful feeling.
Feeling of fright, feeling of being scared.
They keep me in, and don't kick me out, to make it like you did, and make my health impaired.
But, my home is an orphanage, tonight.
But I'm feeling nice, I'm feeling alright.
The family I have, is the best you can get.
They're the best you can get, but I haven't found them quite yet.
