The Door Bell Poem by James McLain

I swallowed as
much as I could, hoping it would be enough. It seemed
to be, as he left as soon as he was done.

Two weeks later, waiting for daddy to come
home, sitting on my bed.
Rocking it back and forth.
Knowing that he was gonna beat me,
and probably rape my never having there had been.

It seemed more than an hour later.
I heard the door bell ring.
Quickly, I threw
on some clean panties and answered it, and saw my aunt,
My daddy's sister, told me something that
would change my life forever.

My daddy, who had abused me in every way for the last
two years, was dead.
I was glad he was dead, because
it meant that my pain down there was finally over.

I'm thirteen now, and I live with my lesbian aunt and her lover.
I couldn't be happier even when they.
It is different the feelings, some how.

They never touch me, except to say goodnight.
No matter how
much I love being free, I'll never forget how hard
I was used it felt more like being abused
by my daddy.