I carry my purse wherever I go.
I have private things inside that I never show.
I have a phone and a wallet amongst other things.
Sometimes I even carry around my favorite rings.
Late one night,
the tv was on and bright.
I lay in bed as my siblings sleep
I wondered where my father could be
then I must of fell asleep,
later on my father came in without a creek.
My purse lay out on the bed next to lotion
my father felt it just had to be opened.
I woke to him in my purse
What did he want?
He had no remorse
My brother came in, calm and steady.
My dad turned quick, he wasn’t ready
I grabbed my purse and ran out.
My mind had some doubt.
I couldn’t believe he touched my purse,
because of this my doubts only got worse.
As I got home I greeted my sister,
for I had really missed her.
I cried and said…
my dad grabbed my purse from the bed.
She was shocked, I could tell
and all I wanted to do was bail.
She told my mom, and she reacted
She called my dad and he acted.
We knew the truth and I was hurt
all he did was treat us like dirt.