You used to call me your little princess
so, i didn't think twice when you fondled me and went up my little dress
you told me i was special and your touching me was our little secret i should never tell
but i didnt know that the promise i made that day would keep me locked up in hell
As i got older you began to penetrate me as i lay in my bed asleep
the scars and wounds from that ordeal run through my soul it's so deep
In high school my teacher brought the movie "The Color Purple" for the entire class to see
Afterwards i pulled her to the side and said, "I'm Mrs. Celie"
At last I thought relief, i was gonna finally be set free
but sadly to say, she didn't believe me
my father impregnated me twice with his seeds
but because he was a Reverend and well respected in the community, no believed he did the deed
But DNA proved he was the father
and i was not longer labeled a liar
Many people argued i should have taken that ugly family secret to my grave
but i freed myself from that heavy load being courageous and brave
today my kids are slowly dying from a rare degenerating disease they acquired from me and my fathers close genes
I often ask the question, how can a parent be so mean?
I pray and ask God every night, when will this nightmare end?
I lay in my bed and silently scream when? when? when?
But i tell you i have learned to praise God even as I go through the great storms, because the bible promises that joy come in the morn.......ing