Daddy's Doll
By Ronald Doe
The frigerator is full of beer,
And the couch is full of crumbs.
I go to bed and in my head,
I just know he’s going to come.
For my dear old Dad, has made me sad,
By playing house with me,
And you can bet, I can’t forget,
All the things he’s done to me.
For he’s robbed me of my purity,
And he’s stripped me of my pride,
He took from me my virginity,
And he ruined me inside.
It makes no sense my innocence,
Was forced to take a tragic fall.
I don’t know why but I know that I,
Have become my Daddy’s Doll.
I’m so confused for I’ve been abused,
And I don’t think he will stop.
It sounds absurd but If I say a word,
I know I’ll get a pop.
And I’ll have to lie about my eye,
When it is black and blue.
I slipped and fell, I hurt like hell,
But what am I to do?
It will do more harm if I tell my Mom,
Because she’ll think it’s a lie.
And for a fact, she’ll tell me that,
“Daddy’s not that type of guy”.
And because I’m young, I bite my tongue,
And my tears begin to fall.
I wonder why I have to cry,
And be my Daddy’ Doll.