Just A Toy, Not A Child

Dedicated to my stepfather: I hope you die a slow painful death, and spend eternity rotting in hell
You should be in jail
But they bailed you out
After what you did
It should not be allowed
I was a toy
For your own dirty joy
Put to the side
Until you were lonely late at night
And when momma wasn't home
You could never leave me alone
Telling me I was your special girl
Telling people I was your whole world
Kissing me, loving me
Breaking me all at once
I meant nothing unless I was in bed
My heart has bled and bled
Stealing my innocents
Pushing me farther with each innocent
You live to see me cry
Threatening if I tell, I will die
Today you are gone
But scars from yesterday are here to stay
I was only 11
You bastard, you were 37
How can you call yourself a father?
And keep going on with your life
Pretending you didn't rape your stepdaughter

By briana vargo
Published: 4/27/2006
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