Who I am -- is not for your amusementI am not your amusement child, for when you are stressed or weary of the world
I do not look sexy or cute, do not entice anything out of me, with your sexual connotations
I am but a child, sitting there watching tv
Learning about the world, all of such eight, staring out the window
Not yet grown, not understanding that there is evil out there
And evil there laying on the couch -- watching me -- waiting, planning
For when the house is empty, ready to pray on me
Decisive, practiced, many a girl before me, and many after me
So I wonder, what went through in your mind, when you decided to violate my body
When you decided, what my life should
Seven Little WordsCaught alone I feared my fathers smile
He Made Me SmileHe was like a large teddy bear, all wrapped up in Christmas paper for you. Just when you thought no one cared in the world – there he appeared bounding happy and caring, a gentleman to you.
And he sat there and said such wonderful things - how smart you were and "hey look at this" and you could almost guess what his family makeup was. He had a brother for sure, but no sisters. You could tell by his confidence and his smile that it was internally happy. Just everything about him was happiness and deep caring. And you deeply cared back.
You could get lost in his ways – how he worried about you and cared for you and wanted to be there for yo