Where's My Daddy

Daddy.

Where are you tonight? I need you, but you're
Not here. And my body is crying out for you.

This is who I am, who I've always been ever since
I can remember drawing breath. I notice
I'm only truly happy and fulfilled

When I'm serving you. I feel like it's my purpose
In life, to submit to your every whim and demand,
At any time and any place you command.

There were some boys who asked me to get
Behind the wheel, and I knew how to drive,
But I didn't really like it. Because you are always

The superior. You are always stronger and better
Than me. Logical and ambitious and analytical
And everything more admirable.

I'm weak and frail and vulnerable against you.
Sensitive and silly and emotional and small.
And that's how I need it to be.

I only want to be in some semblance of control
When I'm pleasing you in a certain way, but
Even then I want to know what you want, what

Feels good to you, what you like. I desperately
Need to hear your voice. I can't feel the violence
Of reaction in me if I don't hear your beautiful voice.

Lately there have been two words that haunt me.
The word puppet and the word hole. The word
Use is very nice too.

I'm just a little girl, and I need watching over,
I need to be told what to do.

I need guidance and discipline.
And you're always Daddy, no matter your age.

Daddy, your little baby girl needs you tonight.
She's lost and lonely and hungry and alone.

Oh, my sweet Daddy, where are you?