Please Daddy Dont (Please Read!!!True Story.Is Long) by Hideshadowshine
A father,a mother, 3 sons and a daughter,
A family of 6 happy they were supposed to be,
A life lived in a small trailer roamed by rats,birds and goats,
It had no smiling visitors,no running water and no electricity.
Daddy took to his dominant role,
He carried a 9mm. in his pocket and always would say:
“You go to school, then you come right back here�,
They feared him so did not disobey.
Daddy is always drunk,
He is unemployed aswell,
Daddy is sadistic and worships the devil,
But it’s his children who live through hell.
Daddy beat into his children at an early age,
To equate fresh tears with fresh pain,
They were children who learned to not shed tears,
To cry meant to get hurt so they did not complain.
The children go to school with bruises, black eyes and cuts,
“The goat kicked me again, that’s all�
Nobody thought anything of the regular injuries,
Yet it was Daddy that caused them all.
The children haven’t been anywhere special Daddy would not like that,
Instead at home with his sneer and gun he always told them what to do,
“Run into your mother’s room�that’s where they’re forced to beat her,
Until she got sick of the pain and her husband an ran off to start anew.
They understand why she left,
The children never wanted to harm their mother,
They always crept to her and apologized after,
When Daddy finished his beer and went for another.
Their lives were saturated with pain and fear,
Through immeasurable suffering their lives he did pollute,
The children had an incredible bond of love and compassion for each other,
They suffered together in silence at the hands of this brute.
They were tortured,tormented and put through it all but still held hope,
Every long night they said a prayer,
That they can be happy and delivered from their pains,
But every morning they woke and he was waiting for them there.
The boys were always made to watch,
Every time Daddy raped their little sister savagely,
When he wanted he did it to the boys too,
He did this act of “affection�habitually.
Then their little sister came to the boys one day,
She was crying, face flushed and clothes in disarray,
“He’s been messing with me again� she wiped tears away,
The boys looked at each other, not one word did they say.
It was used to hunt deer; the rifle they went to get,
But this time for a sick man who right now slept,
They scared and terrified but not one of the four wept,
That day they will never forget.
One holds the barrel to Daddy’s sleeping head,
“I’m too scared I’ll hold the barrel you be triggerman instead�
So he did and Daddy was shot dead,
No more Daddy with his heart of lead.
The children called the cops with a made up story but
confessed when they arrived,
On the way to the station still shocked police at McDonalds bought
hamburgers for the children for the ride,
The children were astonished at the place they had never
seen one in their life,
The children did not go to prison they had a supporting
nation on their side,
The policeman said they were quiet, warm-hearted, intelligent
children fiercely protective of each others lives.
*** This poem isn't about my life, but it is a true story. Please comment on it, I wasn't too sure about this poem. :0)
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