Dirty Little Girl

by Carol Davis   Oct 14, 2005


Mommy please talk to me,why are you mad?
What did I do so wrong?
I didn\'t know daddy wasn\'t
to touch me?

Daddy told me if I tell he would kill me, and thats what us little girls are for.
He said I was his little toy.

Mommy please I think there is something wrong with me.
Mommy I am not dirty.
I am not a harlet.
I am your daughter please help me.
I went to the doctors and I got the worse thing ever.
I was having a baby and I am a baby myself.

Oh God let me die.
I don\'t belong here, mommy hates me.
Daddy thinks I am his toy.
My brother despise me for what I\'m doing with daddy,
he calls me a dirty little girl.

I didn\'t know, please help me Lord to show daddy this is wrong.
I am his baby girl not his love toy.
I died that night when daddy hurt me for the last time.
I will never be hurt in that way again.

When I was dying mommy told me that is what I get,
for being a dirty little harlet.
Daddy went to jail.
Mommy still blaming me,and my
brother is still in denial of my truth.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Carol Davis

    Thank you very much, on the comment you made on my poem

  • 18 years ago

    by Kayleigh

    Wow....... very good job i just hope this wasnt to be true for u