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I WAS DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL,

INNOCENTLY PLAYING WITH A CURL,

THEN

I STARTED GETTING CURVES,

AND I'D HEAR MEN SAY THINGS MY YOUNG EARS

SHOULDN'T HAVE HEARD.

I RAN AWAY SCARED WITH QUIVERING LIPS,

WHY WAS HE TRYING TO GRAB MY HIPS?

MY MIND SCREAMING *YOU SICK PEDOPHILE SINNER,

WHAT CAN A GIRL MY AGE AND YOU CONVERSE ABOUT OVER DINNER?

AND WHY ARE YOU FLICKING YOUR TONGUE IN MY DIRECTION?

I COULDN'T MUSTER THE COURAGE TO TELL MY MOTHER, WE BARELY EVER HAD A CONVERSATION.

HOW DO I TELL HER THAT THE LITTLE GIRL SHE BIRTHED WAS ALMOST RAPED?

AND

I KICKED HIM IN THE BALLS, TO MAKE MY ESCAPE?



I WAS DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL,

STUCK IN A FUCKED UP WORLD.

MY SISTER'S DAUGHTER'S FATHER DROVE ME TO RIVERSIDE AND PUT A GUN TO MY HEAD,

*I CAN SHOOT YOU, THROW YOU IN THE RIVER AND THEY'LL FIND YOU DEAD*

LATER THAT NIGHT HE ATTEMPTED TO VIOLATE WHAT TO A GIRL IS SACRED,

WHY AT MY AGE I WAS BEING FILLED WITH HATRED,

AND

WHY DID MY LOOK ON LOVE BECOME SO TAINTED?

SHE LOVED HIM BLINDLY OR MAYBE IN FEAR,

GAVE IN TO THE LIES HE SPEWED BECAUSE IT WAS WHAT SHE WANTED TO HEAR.

THAT NIGHT HE FORCED THE TOUCH, ATTEMPTED TO FUCK,

AND INJECT HIS SEMEN,

I DON'T THINK MY SISTER REALIZED HER BELOVED WAS A DEMON.

I WAITED UNTIL MORNING AND RAN OUT THE DOOR,

HE FED MY SISTER LIES, AND AT 13 I BECAME *THE WHORE*

SHE BELIEVED WHAT HE SAID BECAUSE THEY WERE SPOKEN FROM HIS LIPS,

I WAS TOLD TO KEEP QUIET, NEVER SAY SHIT!

IT WAS A SECRET TRUTH I KEPT HIDDEN,

SHE WOULD'VE NEVER BELIEVED ME IF I TOLD HER HE TRIED TO TAKE WHAT WAS FORBIDDEN.



I WAS DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL,

GROWING UP IN A FUCKED UP WORLD,

WHERE THE BETRAYALS LIT FIRES AND LIVES WERE INCINERATED,

EVERYTHING I ONCE BELIEVED IN WAS COMPLETELY OBLITERATED.

LOVE BECAME PAIN

JOY TURNED SORROW

AT 13 I DIDN'T WISH FOR TOMORROWS

BECAUSE ANOTHER DAY MEANT...

MORE HURT, MORE DECIET, MORE LIES

ANOTHER DAY MOM IGNORED MY CRIES

TOO CAUGHT UP IN HER OWN LIFE TO GIVE A DAMN

TOO WORRIED ABOUT THIS OR THAT MAN

TOO CAUGHT UP TO NOTICE AND PROTECT

HOW DO I TELL MY MOTHER THAT YEARS OF HER NEGLECT,

LEFT ME WITH THESE SIDE EFFECTS