Living with a sexual predator I was.
My judgement clouded by my need to see my daughter.
When you scream at me over the phone I withdraw.
Two thousand twelve she failed this year the same.
A child she is it's not her fault to be.
The creepy looks she got from him, so far from home.
My daughter not to some she is to me.
You just wanted to get laid you said to me.
Thats why I moved to where I am.
There are no creepy, creeps here where I'm at.
I don't think you will bring her down unless their is.
Being an alcoholic like you then and now still are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem