Already In
Laying on the
Rough
Tan colored
Carpet of the living room floor
Filled with innocence
She plays with her toys
Daddy comes in
With the fimillar smile across his face
Yet ,
A mysterious glint in his eye
His hands began to roam ,
She cried out for mommy
Knowing she was no where in sight
She didn’t know what daddy was doing to her
Looks of pleasure spread across his face
Yet flames of pain engolfed her body
She wanted him to stop
She needed him to stop
She begged him to stop ,
But it was too late
He was already in
He layer her on the
Warm
Silk sheets
Of his bed
Knowing all the spots that were make her wet
Because unlike like her this wasn’t his first time
Oh no
He has done this many times before
With other girls that “had his heart”
Now she lays there dress passed
her knee
her thigh
her waste
Where it should be
But ,
Where it has to be
As pain erupts from
What her mom told her was
her little pocketbook
She wants to scream
Get it out
But unprotected
he was already in her
So she keeps it there
Laying on the
cold
metal
table
with my dress hiked up
Way pass where it should be
Pass where it was before
for all the world to see ,
her “goodies”
But this time it isn’t just his eyes
It’s all their eyes on her
Judging her
Sympathizing with her
Wondering about her
All thoses eyes
She screams
Get it out of me !
Get the steal rods
That take me
That snatches my baby from my womb
GET IT OUT OF ME
but they were already in
Grabbing would could of been
A sweet sweet gift ,
But ,
She didn’t think about that
Until they were already in
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