Holding me down while I squirm
his devilish hands cascaded all over
unlocking every spot unknown to man.
“Don’t tell anyone or your sister might get jealous”
I obeyed.
“Don’t tell anyone or your sister might get jealous”
Yes Daddy.
Let’s go back to where it all began
5 years ago
when I just turned 10.
A little black girl
never had close knits with daddy
So when he came closer
I didn’t bother
to move.
The first few attempts
I kicked
I screamed
gave him my best punch
Mom wasn’t home.
I was trapped.
My fate inevitable.
Why did I fight it?
I just wanted to feel whole
Be touched
Boys at school didn’t pay me no mind
I mean, it didn’t hurt that much.
His claws thrust in deeper.
I couldn’t breathe
My body became limp
overfilled with emotion.
He paused only for a second then back at it again.
I yelped:
“Aw daddy, stop, stop!, No more!”
He wouldn’t listen.
“Daddy! Why won’t you give me a break!!?”
I shouted:
“ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!”
No more.
I stood up defeated and sore
and I stand before you today
the victim abuse in every way
by a man I called ‘daddy’.
By then again, when did tickling become a cime?
