Treasure Island

Mahfooz Ali

(28 October / Lucknow (U.P.) India)

Girl Moans!


Sunshine glowing in the back, slightly through the porch, little girl saying, oh daddy
Daddy, my friend wants you to meet, see our friendship, oh so deep, but daddy say’s go
Little friend must go, one sit on my bed, talk to me he said, oh daddy, oh I love you
Love is an emotion says he, let me show you real love, the way grown people do

A child, a small girl of eight, wanting to please, to have, oh what, oh what is this, love
Is fondled, is talked, is touched, is warned, is pushed and so hurt, this poor little dove
Is told, never tell. our secret indeed, but those others, cannot understand, how he can please
My love little child, our secret, our love, will give you everything, just a taste of all

The mother she hides, the room so quiet, the TV it blares, oh why not, who cares
But in the middle, the cries, oh help, oh help, oh help, oh daddy please, so much
But deeper it goes, now her breasts are blooming, she is so bad, so not pure, so needing
Comes all the money, comes all the threats, just keep feeding, keep others out of reach

Not understanding, so innocent, so naive, little girl abused, but blaming inside
Oh, but is this hatred, is this love, oh daddy, but your little child, I hate you, I think
Over and often, for a lifetime it seems, enters the bedroom of poor little girl
The cry’s, the tears, oh it s me, its me, not him, she so ashamed, can’t look in a mirror

Then comes a sister, another who cries, protection she will need, not from a mother
Lil girls touched and responded, never touch, never touch, and never love again
For ones little sister, never to be, she take all blame, fault, guilt for thee
Oh love, oh love where does she find, in others who touch, those wanting to hurt

As girl turns to woman, is bitter inside, wanting to hate, wanting to love
Wanting to tell, but takes all the blame, walks through life a secret inside
One makes it better, by saying I forgive, but no, no, no, this sin is his
His maker will guide, will judge, not for the little girl to carry, not to forgive

Little girl turned woman, be kind, be gentle, be happy, be smarter, and don’t carry
Have pity for those whom would do such a thing, to child, to others, feel compassion
But never, take in the sins of others, but be strong, sharing and watching, guiding
To forgive is good, if for she, not him, not him or others who would
For God will repay, all crippled his children indeed, be it bones, body, heart or mind.

Submitted: Thursday, July 20, 2006
Edited: Monday, October 03, 2011

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