Daddy's Lies-Hands and Rage

A child born into this world,
Held by parents, joyous and happy,
A new baby, their daughter,
Just one big happy family.

Three years old and playing outside,
Mummy and Daddy's little girl,
Their perfect little angel,
Emerald green eyes and deep brown curls.

Six years old and she banged her knee,
Crawling for comfort into Daddy's lap,
Curling up in bed on the cold winter nights,
Daddy reading to her as he sat at her back.

Eight years old, a warm Tuesday night,
The first time Daddy told his lies,
The first time he loved her in a different way,
The first time he made her cry.

The years and years after
As she was continually abused,
As the beatings began
Each time she refused.

Struggling and crying,
Bruises, pain, and an aching in her thighs,
All caused by Daddy's hands and rage,
All from Daddy's lies.

Twelve years old,
Growing up and becoming a woman,
Just 'hormones' getting her down,
Making her so upset, so sullen.

She's just at 'that age',
So unsociable at thirteen,
The first time she hit him so hard,
The worst time he made her scream.

The first year she cut,
The first time she forced herself to bleed,
After he came to her room one night,
And his lust he did feed.

© Copyright of Holly Nia Goodson