Sweet Baby Gifts

Ok warning this poem does capture very strong and graphical situations and emotions. Its focus is child abuse so beware!

You can let go now daddy I understand
My wrists are starting to hurt now daddy what defines you a man
Throwing little girls into dark rooms drinking til your angry
I hear you head to the bar again please dont forget me
I dont like this place the memories jump at me
I remember when mummy was around that is what made you happy
But she is gone for good now time to stop livin in the past
Hours pass by but i hear your home at last
You curse my name as you walk up the stairs open up the door
The light hurts as it hits my eyes please daddy i dont want this anymore
You look into my eyes they were once so full of life
But now tears shimmer within them as they are wouded by the light
You spit on me as you say I wish you never were born
I hope you realise i blame you for your mother being gone
Such a pretty face you have how about we colour it black and blue
You just sit in the corner crying and I will leave you with some scars too
I have never seen him this angry never felt him so mad
And as he throws me against the wall I know this will end bad
Had enough yet he questions with an evil smile
I nod my head politely and he leaves me for a while
But soon he comes back I see a storm within his eyes
I smell the bourbon on his breath it can tell no lies
He pushes me too my knees I hear him release his fly
He comes from behind me and all I can do is cry
I used to do this to your mother he whispers in my ear
She never wanted it either but its the reason you are here
I feel my face get flushed as blood runs down my thigh
But he doesn’t bother to clean me he leaves it there to dry
Now i know why mum left she finally got her chance
A daughter to distract him fresh flesh for his twisted dance
His smile is now conniving as he stares into my eyes
Your mother attempted to fight me off she did actually try
She said that you were her baby that she was leaving me that day
But i followed her then i blocked her way
I through her against the wall she promised she would stay
And when you turned 5 my girl she decided to run away
She left you to suffer so I have a gift for you
Lay on your back and watch as I climb over you
My eyes were burnin as he did so my heart slumped within my chest
He hit my face as he raped me under the veil of my dress
Then he turned me over hit me from behind
My face hit the ground hard this time he’d lost his mind
A few more hard blows I suffered as I screamed
Blood had started to stain the floor right in front of me
I felt his weight upon my spine then i heard it crack
I knew i couldn’t stand as i could no longer feel my back
He brought his hand down carrying such a force
Holdng down my head pushing it againt the floor
I feel the pressure on me as he starts to crush my jaw
The entire time i whimper as i stare out the door
You can let go now daddy I whisper to his ear
You have just what you want daddy my mind full of fear
You can let go now daddy it hurts please understand
Who are you deceiving this dont make you a man
He grabs me by the ankles,drags my down the stairs to a full length mirror in which I lay
What do you see before you he questions me and I just cry as i look away
What do you see now he asks as he takes his stand
I see a coward I whisper I do not see a man
He looks at me with pure hatred grabs me by the wrists
Guess what this time daddy will let go he softly whispers
And as he swings me round I feel him release his grip
And into a wall I fly as the plasterboard fractures my hip
He puts me back before the mirror, "wanna know what i see
A girl so battered and bruised she finally looks like her mummy"
He watches as a tear slowly covers my cheek
"You can let go now daddy please just let me be"
And as he walked out of the room I hoped he wouldnt turn back
I still feared him every second til my surroundings turned black.

I am a 19 yr old girl who is 8 months off bringing a baby into a world of horror. With sexual assault, child abuse, domestic abuse, abductions and famine. So I have those 8 months to get the word out and try to stop some of the injustice that newborn babies are being welcomed into. Sure at this age they do not know what is happening but what about when they are 6? Seeing pictures of children on the news women with black eyes and families crying. What then? What can we tell our babies, our treasures that the world is a horrible place that they have to watch theirback round every bend that they can’t enjoy their childhood because of fear? Or do we tell them that some times mummies and daddies hit their own kids? Or do we lie say that their dog died? Its time to realise that times are causing more stress people are snapping. Do we want the next generation to be caught in the middle of it. ITS TIME TO STOP CHILD ABUSE!

this poem is sad, and amazing. bringing thoughts and questions to mind. wondering how some people can be considered human. i’m 16 and it’s sad to hear this. my dad use to beat my mother and me and my sisters. he stopped as i grew older and stronger. I just hope you know this world is not only known as horror but that there are people who can show kindness. I wish you the best of luck and that your storm is no more. May you and your child be safe.

contact me through e-mail:
Faletogo4lyfe@yahoo.com
I’m 16 so i won’t harm you or anything but i am friendly.

Best of luck buddy =)