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Let's play a game.
I don't like the game we play
But he says we have to.
After all, I am
Daddy's little girl.
Don't move...
I can't.
I'm too sad to move.
I don't like this game.
But I am
Daddy's little girl.
There. Wasn't that nice?
No, Daddy.
I don't like our games...
But I guess I have to
Because I'm
Daddy's little girl.
We can play again later.
I don't want to play later!
I don't. Like. Our. Games.
But I have to play them.
Because I'm
Daddy's little girl.
It's fun. Isn't it?
No daddy...
I don't want to be
Daddy's
Little
Girl.
I'm sick of being
Daddy's little girl
In Daddy's world
With Daddy's games.
Let me grab this knife, Daddy.
Let me hurt you, Daddy.
The way you hurt me.
Slowly.
Daddy?
I don't want to be your little girl.
... Daddy...
I want to play a game.
I don't like the game we play
But he says we have to.
After all, I am
Daddy's little girl.
Don't move...
I can't.
I'm too sad to move.
I don't like this game.
But I am
Daddy's little girl.
There. Wasn't that nice?
No, Daddy.
I don't like our games...
But I guess I have to
Because I'm
Daddy's little girl.
We can play again later.
I don't want to play later!
I don't. Like. Our. Games.
But I have to play them.
Because I'm
Daddy's little girl.
It's fun. Isn't it?
No daddy...
I don't want to be
Daddy's
Little
Girl.
I'm sick of being
Daddy's little girl
In Daddy's world
With Daddy's games.
Let me grab this knife, Daddy.
Let me hurt you, Daddy.
The way you hurt me.
Slowly.
Daddy?
I don't want to be your little girl.
... Daddy...
I want to play a game.
Literature
Therapists, I don't like their taste.
i.
in 7th grade
i didn’t know depression
until she told me her name,
carving forever scratches
along my limbs like
little love notes on the bark
of a tree.
she stole my rings
and left me hollow.
ii.
i had only ever met anxiety
in passing, until one day
he handed me power and told me
to hurt someone else with it.
iii.
inexperienced,
with an uncontrollable
quivering in my fingers,
he whispered, “ to survive,
you must learn quickly.”
as i shoved the bevel of a needle
into a strangers arm.
iv.
so, if a therapist
could talk away my scars
like iodine disinfects,
guide the ships
through
Literature
I can't write poetry for dead girls.
there are too
many pills in this
world and too
much misery in
the human heart
but that didn't mean
that you could just
up and leave when
we both know it
could have gotten better
and i miss you like
a wolf misses her pack
or a goddamn dragon misses
her fire and i'm sorry
that i can't give you
a bouquet of jasmines
(they were your
favorite, after all,
because that was
the only princess
with a pet tiger)
because poppies are
too cliche and i'm
sorry i wasn't there
when all you needed
was a hug and for someone
to whisper "it's okay,
you're perfect enough
for me, don't listen
to that junkie bitch
who just happened to
give birth to you" and did
Literature
To be a writer
You taste like decaying leaves
and October's bad habits-
when it’s halfway through February
that still haunts these bones.
I have allowed you to
claw your love
into my arms
and chant into my
uninterested ears
for much too long.
I wish I was one of those girls
who could say wild flowers
grow up through my nooks
and my crannies just to tear
through my skin, screaming.
I’m just that dead eyed deer
on the side of the road dreaming
of shoving a pen down my throat
and writing these verses inside out.
I am no scribe, prophet, or spell caster.
I know it.
My skin knows it.
My pen knows it too.
Years and years
from now
my mind will d
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Just a quick poem I wrote about a sexually abused little girl, NO IT IS NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT A TRUE STORY! Just.... it's not.
Annyway, yeah, sexually abused little girl who kills her sexually abusive father :3 yay.
Comments? critiques? <3
*shivers*
Just a quick poem I wrote about a sexually abused little girl, NO IT IS NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT A TRUE STORY! Just.... it's not.
Annyway, yeah, sexually abused little girl who kills her sexually abusive father :3 yay.
Comments? critiques? <3
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Vision Originality Technique ImpactWow, just wow. There are a lot of poems about young girls being sexually abused by their fathers, but to truly show the anger they feel, enough anger to want to kill their father, that is rare. I love the repetition of "because I'm Daddy's little girl." It makes it show that she is abused very often and her father says she is his little girl often. This is amazing. The rhythm is great. And I could visualize the young girl's tears that go from sad tears to angry tears. It is not often that a sexual abuse victim fights back, especially a little girl. This was fantastic. I love it.