Daddy’s Little Girl

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Daddy’s Little Girl

She wears polka dots on her granny panties,

colourful ones that camouflage the blood spots of her lost virginity.

No mommy

but Daddy dearest

He takes care of her when no one is around

Teaches her how to be woman!

 

She sleeps with a pink teddy bear

by her side.

A big one who keeps her tears safe when she cries.

He fights off ghosts and holds her close.

(giggle)

Let’s her think she’s holding him but he’s in control.

Til daddy comes…

he has to sit on the chair when daddy comes

‘cause school is in and her lesson is sex Ed.

 

She dresses up in school attire

even though she’s past those years.

Cause he likes her to be his little girl.

When daddy is home, he entices her imagination.

She is his play date and knows her role.

 

She sits silently at her desk

pounding on keys, creating a comfort zone,

somewhere to hide her reality,

confused by the world trying to mislead her.

 

Daddy knows what’s best.

They’ll never understand,

that her daddy is her prince charming-

Her Happily Ever After!

Her dream come true!

Her knight in shining armour!

 

Her life has consisted of daddy and me.

He took care of her

and in return, she took care of him.

He filled the void as he fed into her space.

 

She exists in her own world,

smiling to herself.

Even though the walls are white and the pills taste chalky

when she chews instead of swallows.

 

People around her are clinically insane

but she laughs to her heart

where daddy belongs.

 

 

 

 

His smile when he walked into her room

and his eyes when she walked into his.

Blood, red and sticky

Daddy was safe now…in her dreams, Daddy was safe in her dreams.

 

She smiled again

Still dressed in her polka dot panties

And holding her pink teddy bear

Daddy in her heart

Blood on her hands, behind her back

As they escort her to Dr. R

 

“What’s your name,” he asked, politely.

She smiled back and whispered, “Daddy’s Little Girl.”

 

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sincere commented on Daddy’s Little Girl

09-02-2009

Wow, this is very strong and real. I grew up without a father and always longed to be daddy's lil girl. But when I read stuff like this and see those Lifetime movies of females abused by their fathers it makes me wonder what he would've been like. Best part is I'll never know, or is it?

anderneglakay commented on Daddy’s Little Girl

08-22-2009

THIS IS KIND OF CRAZY IT SEEN TO BE REAL STORY IS IT TRUE STORY OR WHAT OVER ALL THE POEM SPOKE FOR IT SELF

Chavon

08/24/2009

No. It's not true but it's someone's reality. I tend to write about odd issues. :)

shadowexpler commented on Daddy’s Little Girl

08-18-2009

now that one bought tears to my eyes and has made me think I wrote one back when I was in schoool too

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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