Boogey Men Who Watched Me Sleep

Why does daddy insist on touching my skin at night  
telling me his job is to teach me to satisfy men later in life  
 
Bath time is worse, as I have to put my leg up on the tub  
as my father strokes himself and forces me to rub  
 
The very essence of him, I only wish he would die  
How could this happen to me, only GOD knows why  
 
When night falls, I am unable to close my eyes in peace  
not knowing if or when he would come to touch me  
 
It gets worse when I stayed the night with what I thought was a close and trusted friend  
Her uncle released from prison, eyes set on me and another nightmare begins  
 
 To be awakened from my sleep in an attempt to be raped  
despite my screams, and fighting my tortured soul ached  
 
When he realized the street creds of my father, I was free to go
Back to my father's hell hole of a house and let my tears flow  
 
Now I sleep with one eye open, as the night has proved to be  
Nothing more but interruption and boogey men that watch me sleep