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written by ieatsmellysocks01:35 AM 11/16/04I woke up in the morning
Hearing my parents whispers
I wondered what the hell was going on
They told me we had to face the cops again
Ate in silence,cried in silence,and in a few minutes we were gone
Silent driving all the way there
I felt lonely, felt like no one cares
They made me sit on their couch
The told me the date and time
My sweat was soon on the couch
Just like all the peoples sweat before mine
My arms crossed,hair covering my face
My heart was aching and i was staring into space
They told me there names asked me if I was ok
I replied don’t fucking ask that you don’t care anyway
Every question they asked
Got a sarcastic reply
I hate the cops and its obvious why
They told me my daddy was an evil man
And I growled more ferociously than anyone can
They told me my daddy had sex with me
I flipped out and swore and got all angry
They cannot say what they think my daddy did
I knew how it worked,they bugged me when I was a little kid
Six fucking hours we waited
Our breath baited
Their decision would screw up our whole lives
We were tired, hungry, vulnerable and alone
I thought I’d never see my dad again
My lip started to tremble I growled and moaned
I thought,goodbye daddy though you did nothing wrong
The police wont believe that and soon you will be gone
I thought that this was over a long time ago
I thought we had escaped it so I was feeling pretty low
Well it turns out my daddy didn’t get arrested
But everyone still thinks that I was molested |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
The police took us in often for questioning,i thought the torture was over until it happened again.Its not finished,and it sounds so much less painful in the poem than it actually was.Comment please
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Open_Until_4Am (11-16-2004 - 02:56 AM)
| Where you molested?... I know what it's like to feel as if you were wrong about things getting better.. But if that did happened.. Which I don't really know.. Then maybe you can't just forget..They keep bring it back from a reason.. Email me I wanna know the answer to my question..
XLiLmIsSpUnKx00@aol.com.. LAtEr.. Try to live strong.. |
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