I’m Daddy’s
little girl.
I’m Daddy’s
little lover.
I’m Daddy’s
little secret.
(“Never... never
tell
anyone
ever! ”) .
I just want
my Daddy
to be
a Daddy.
I run away & hide
(in my mind) .
No one
can find me.
Not... even
me.
I’m someone
I don’t want
to be.
I am
(never)
me.
Daddy’s busy
f**king
up my
life
for the rest of my natural.
My life
something I...don’t own.
Something I have
crawled into like a hermit crab.
My mother
won’t look me in the eye.
Closes
her door.
The key
clicks
in the lock.
The sleeping tablets make her snore.
Now, I look
for every man to be
my Daddy.
Are you my Daddy
Mr. Obviously Wrong?
Are you my Daddy
Mr. One Night Stand?
Are you my Daddy
Mr. Not So Right?
Are you my Daddy
Mr. Maybe?
Are you my Daddy
Mr. Wright?
Every night
my father’s footsteps
on the stairs
every night
my father’s shadow
falling over my bed.
Daddy!
Daddy! !
Daddy! ! !
This is so sad.... it makes me skin crawl. You wrote bravely about a topic that most would shy away from. Well done you. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is heartbreakingly direct, but still immensely poetical. You have a wonderful voice, Dee. F