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What if
“If I listened to daddy”
It was fourth of July
as fireworks lit your sky
tears filled mine
My father kept me away from him
it would have been just us at his apartment
Took me away from the only guy I trusted
My father didn't understand
so what if I was a little girl and he a man
Why was it wrong for him to hold my hand?
Daddy thought Chris had a thing for me
I told him he was wrong I was just thirteen
We where just friends why couldn't he see!
“What really happened”
Little did I know my father was rite
because in his pocket Chris had a knife
Up against the wall, no protection from behind
What a coward, couldn't look in my eyes
On my tears, I started to choke
Turned me around, blade to my throat
Said he'd cut me if I spoke
I couldn't breathe like lungs filled with smoke
“If I was strong”
I felt not only physical pain but mental
I tried so hard to be strong, but I started to tremble
turned fast looked in his eyes to get him on a mental level
He stopped and turned me back around fast
on my face he put a skii mask
I figured out how to make this coward crash
“what's wrong Chris? You know who it is
The one who followed you around, that little kid lizz”
He was getting mad I could feel it in his grip
but I pushed him on the wall and held up his fist
“Didn't your mother teach you not to put your hands on a lady,
I hope the sound of my cries haunts you and drives you crazy,
and you could never have sex for my eyes, you will remember vaguely,
and these words you will forever hear faintly”
It was fourth of July
as fireworks lit your sky
tears filled mine
My father kept me away from him
it would have been just us at his apartment
Took me away from the only guy I trusted
My father didn't understand
so what if I was a little girl and he a man
Why was it wrong for him to hold my hand?
Daddy thought Chris had a thing for me
I told him he was wrong I was just thirteen
We where just friends why couldn't he see!
“What really happened”
Little did I know my father was rite
because in his pocket Chris had a knife
Up against the wall, no protection from behind
What a coward, couldn't look in my eyes
On my tears, I started to choke
Turned me around, blade to my throat
Said he'd cut me if I spoke
I couldn't breathe like lungs filled with smoke
“If I was strong”
I felt not only physical pain but mental
I tried so hard to be strong, but I started to tremble
turned fast looked in his eyes to get him on a mental level
He stopped and turned me back around fast
on my face he put a skii mask
I figured out how to make this coward crash
“what's wrong Chris? You know who it is
The one who followed you around, that little kid lizz”
He was getting mad I could feel it in his grip
but I pushed him on the wall and held up his fist
“Didn't your mother teach you not to put your hands on a lady,
I hope the sound of my cries haunts you and drives you crazy,
and you could never have sex for my eyes, you will remember vaguely,
and these words you will forever hear faintly”
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