Daddy's Angel

A poem written on behalf of a beautiful little girl.................................who is now safe

My bedroom door was opening

I knew who and what was coming

Daddy was here again

To give me more pain

He calls me “Daddy’s Angel”

But he really shouldn’t be able

For you I have a game

It will bring so much shame

For you to play

All I could do was lay there and pray

You called me a w***e

Daddy I am only four

You hurt me so much

With every single touch

You put that thing inside me

Daddy stop is my only plea

My cries mummy was to ignore

She even knocked on the door

“Daddy, is she doing as you have asked?”

Your cruelty could not be unsurpassed

Daddy you tell me that if I am good

Like the way a good daughter should

Then I can eat today

But I must totally obey

Everything you say

And then food is on it's way

I may even get a whole potato

Or even a ripe tomato

But soon I will eat

Food is a real treat

I try to rock myself to sleep

You make me feel so cheap

Still no food in my belly

My legs have turned to jelly

Daddy you hurt me, I ache

I am unable to sleep, always awake

Waiting for the next night

When you think you have a right

To hurt your baby girl, your daughter

When you next take me like a lamb to the slaughter

Daddy please don’t hurt me

Mummy please don’t turn up the TV

Come and help

Don’t listen to me cry, scream and yelp

Mummy and Daddy you were meant to stop the monsters

Not be the monsters

Someone help me I am only small

All it takes to get the police is one phone call

Don’t ask how

Please do it now

Reviews

[Dalebear]

This is so heart discomforting to the heart I feel so sick what he did to our fairy princess but all we can do it to help her through it all.

I know it was hard to write and you managed it because you are strong and brave Jess asked us to do it for her.

Dalebear

[E.H. Monroe]

normally i would try to edge out the use of simple rhymes. But this is taken through the innocent eye and driven to the faces of adults. This is what I search for. The living embodiment of the true ugly. You got it out now let it fly. Thanks for sharing.

[Doug Ordunio]

A heart-breaking story that is heard too often in our world. Now that you've done such a great job of evoking a child's world through all the rhyming possibilities, why not tell the "reality-show" version that tells the story from the father's POV? and then another from the mother's POV?--a sort of "Rashomon" like exploration (an allusion to the Kurosawa film)

Thanks...