Author of horror genre
“Believe Me, Father’
My head hit the floor
With a loud thud
My body aches
From all your shoves
For just a minute,
Step back, please.
To give me time
To speak my peace.
It’s not what you think
It’s not that at all
He is just a kind
Junior high school boy
Ouch, how that stings!
My face really hurts
No, his hand wasn’t
Inside my skirt
Daddy, you’re wrong
Your thoughts, irrational
Please hear my words
Your actions, maniacal
Pleading on my knees,
Believe me, Father,
I’m not a tease
I’m your loving daughter.
I lie on the floor
Hoping you close the door
I beg you no more
Knowing what’s in store
When off comes your belt
I buckle at your swing
Your swipes will leave welts
They’ll burn and they’ll sting
Like the punch to my jaw
While wearing your ring
I retract and cry out
To the bedpost, I cling
My screams, my shouts
Upon deaf ears they fall
No one is going
To answer my call
You’re finally done
You walk away
You turn back once
I know what you’ll say
About this, you say nothing
Is what he will say
Those same old words
Just a different day
Eyes filled with tears
I climb in my bed
I pull up my blanket
My prayers have been said.
oh, PS. This is sooooo brutal and heartbreaking! 🥺🥺🥺
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Yes, it is. I tried to demonstrate the reality of child abuse for some children. I hope it worked.
Pamela Kessell
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