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Daddy's Little Girl, Mommy's Sweet Angel

Away in woods, deep in the jungle
Wreaking with inexorable pain
Eating me away slowly, creatures crawling
Licking sore abrasions, some digging deep into my body frame
Few feeding on my supple skin
As I’m decaying slowly to mesh into, with cold dirt
On the bed of crumbled crunchy dead leaves and carcasses
Served as tenderloins perfect dinner platter with all the right ingredients
To complete the biological cycle of survival
Survival indeed, of the creatures of the woods, prowling
I screech, snivel in pain, I’m trampled and bruised
Left unaided tormented to disintegrate in hell
No remains would be found
So sure is my nemesis of his success
He once again triumphed
Got away raping another benevolent adolescent’s innocence
Snatched away every breath, dragging, kicking, punching
Lips sealed, bare skin in cold freezing
Hands tied next to legs, curled up into baby position
Last sigh, no more excruciating soreness, I’m numb, speechless
Hear my name as I finally close my teary eyes
Suddenly I find myself lying chained with wires, bright lights shinning
Familiar faces surrounding
I screamed baffling with stale fright
Realized I was still alive, never it will be the same
I’m drenched with scarring memories of last night
Daddy’s little girl, mommy’s sweet angel
Is now their nastiest nightmare
The cops are on, I’m hot news material
I’m the first victim of a little town in forgotten village
Blown up into the talk of the town
Yes I’m raped, it’s not my fault
Look at me straight into my eyes
Ridicule me not with your sympathy
Encourage if you can
For I’m not a body alone
I’m a human, a person
Though with a scared soul
Heal, it never will, but I still want to live
I’m still my daddy’s little girl
Mommy still tells me I’m her sweet angel
Then why not the pitiless humankind doesn’t understand
I am still me, let me be alive
All over again.

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Written November 8th, 2006

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  • Bob Fox
    October 30, 2007

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    I wonder

    You write on such a hard subject. I, the father of 3 girls tremble at such deeds. But you must write & be brave


  • oncebittentwiceshy
    June 27, 2007
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    amazing

    this poem really puts everything in perspective, what someone has to go through afteward.


  • imperfectperfection
    November 12, 2006
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    First off thanks for taking time to read and kind-of-relived, I did. May be not when I was a teenager, but more when I was an adult, but the emotionare exactly same. I think others will stop looking at us differently when we stop looking at ourselves differently which is more of a struggle than what others say or do. It's just my opnion, its hard but not impossible. When this happens, we are scarred beyond repair, this is true, but we have to forgive ourselves first.

  • Im Daddys smile
    November 12, 2006
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    Amazing

    Wow what an amazingly sad peice, i understand your poem i have lived it myself!
    Why should we be discusesed, looked, pointed or stared at we are not the ones who should be punnished!
    Well done on a truly wonderfull piece of work!