The Diary of Daddy's Little Girl

October 3, 2012
By , Moses Lake, WA
When daddy drinks, I run and hide.
I want to leave when he gets this way.
But to his orders I must abide.
When he finds me, I’ll surely pay.

I hear him stomping down the hall.
Maybe he’ll think I’m gone?
He opens the door and starts to call.
When he’s drunk, he does me wrong.

Will anybody come and save me?
I feel like I’m being suffocated and stuffed into a sack.
Why can’t daddy just let me be?
I can hear him coming back.

Daddy has found just where I’m sitting,
And this time, he isn’t just hitting.

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AshleighMegan said...
Nov. 4, 2012 at 9:23 pm
Thank you:) I have some close friends who were sold into prostitution as children and friends who have been in severely broken homes, and this is for them.
LestyP said...
Oct. 23, 2012 at 10:02 pm
omg...this is so moving...
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