Little church girl,
dress in white
innocence radiates off her soft smile,
raw beauty of this little church girl.
Dark hair neatly behind her,
hand neatly in her lap,
smiling a truly innocent smile.
Daddy's little girl,
fallowing every little word,
"Women are to be seen not heard'
yes daddy.
Then comes the boy,
with a broad smile,
and a loud voice.
Telling that little girl to show hers,
let it out,let it speak.
He brings a new kind of fun,
taking daddy's little girl across the boundaries of morals.
Taking daddy's little girl on one hell of a roller coaster ride.
With kisses exploding, and hands touching.
And that little church girl,
can no longer where white.
then leaves that boy,
he had finished his work,
gotten his goal
a proud imaginary medal of gold;
that little church girls innocence.
That slutty little girl
giving any guy a good dirty ride,
with a tight skirt, and a low hung top
her body an item to buy.
love not an ideal, just the steaming kisses and roaming hands.
that slutty girl,
is daddy's girl.
"I'm a big girl daddy i can do what i want"
Life goes by and that little girl finally shows her scars.
her body bruised and beaten,
her eyes dull showing no sparkle of life,
her emotions gone just a dull dampened girl.
that even now daddy cant love,
no longer daddy's little girl.
"Daddy come back."
Author notes
altnude.blogspot.com, from an artist called Maria Flores.
A contest entry
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Comments
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Whoa this spiralled down a dark road of abuse, use, and lack of love that I wasn't expecting!! With the opening, I thought that the poem was going to run the track of Daddys Girl - dearly loved, but never allowed to be her own person, which, in a way, I guess it did - but what a brutal manner that was!
Before I move on to say which part I liked best etc, one small correction [and this is the only one that I picked up on!]
"can no longer where white." <-- should be 'wear' white
You took this photo and made it your own in the story - I would never have seen such a story, but, looking into her eyes, with your poem ringing in my head - god, the depth there is astounding.
To pick a favourite part? Hard, but, I think it would have to be the lines,
"her emotions gone just a dull dampened girl.
that even now daddy cant love,"
- showing just how much she's been through, how mcuh she needs her father, but he can't even look at her anymore.... Very well done - and thanks for entering
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OMG
That was so sad, it hit me like a train, killing my inside soul....
I may only be young, but by that poem, the girl's been through a lot...
You're a great poet Maria, but could you PLEASE take that link off. I'm a 11 year-old girl and god,it's not nice. I'll give you a clap though, and than you for sharing.
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The story behind this is really powerful. There were a few grammatical errors (where vs. wear, cant vs. can't, etc.) but other then that it was a really good write. Thanks for entering.
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