I see the man
hiding behind the trees,
his dark eyes sending
shivers
through my seams.
What can I do, I'm just her
Mr. Bear,
I try yelling out to
let her know he's there but
my lips are sealed,
I cant squeal
on the man jerkin' it
in the shadow, his
eyes follow her
bending to pick me up.
That's right, I know what
he's doing'. I've seen it before
when my little girl
dropped me
on the bathroom floor
when that man came through
the door wanting more. But
all I can do is
lay there and stare while
that man
makes her touch him there.
You perverted son of a bitch
why don't you go
scratch your itch
some where else. Try a
woman on for size, I hear they
fit nice, just leave
my sugar and spice alone.
It's really sad
that she doesn't feel
safe
at home,
but there's nothing
I can do, I'm just her teddy.
Please, some one, come save her
from her daddy.
Author notes
this, i guess, is part 2 of my poem "Stalking Innocence". i wrote this for a contest but, sadly, i didn't finish it in time so if it seems a little forced that's why.
Written July 29th, 2006
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