Dear daddy, I tacked this letter
To your front door to tell you a story about a little girl who resend you
She loved you but couldn't
Take the abuse
Why did you force her to touch you?
Why did you make her hurt so bad?
I can remember waking up in a
Pool of my own blood
I would scream and nobody would come to help me
You'd poke my eyes and
Beat me beyond recognition
And I would scream for so long
"oh! no! daddy! no! help me!"
Daddy I warn you, don't turn around now
There's a gun at your head and you're
Gonna die
Love, vanessa