Im daddies Big toe

by jescelle   Jan 5, 2005


He came in the house,
He talked to her,
He talked for awhile,
God my stomach burned.
The hurt was unimaginable,
The way it churned…
My heart sunk,
It was now my turn.
Just the way he walked toward me,
I put up my great wall,
It seemed a task,
To get me to bawl.
My mom had tried,
It was no use.
Just string me up,
And tie the noose.
But as he put his arms around me,
I could feel his body tense,
I was not used to this,
Not used to this suspense.
And as he quivered,
His breath became scarce,
And through my heart,
A spear did pierce.
It hurt so bad today,
He said to me.
Thinking of myself,
Dad cant you see?
I’m already dead,
Theirs nothing left to do,
I am so sorry,
That I have to hurt you.
But soon my thoughts, they began to change.
Why cant I see what I have?
Why cant I get it?
Why does it have to hurt so bad?
And my wall, it fell,
It hurts, it hurts!
Daddy please stop please!
This is the worst!
The pain he showed,
As his body got weak,
I felt so small,
I felt so meek.
His eyes were red,
As he held me tight,
I will never forget,
That night.
O GOD!
My heart, it screamed,
My soul was resurrected,
Is this a dream?
Its all too real,
I felt God say,
I felt myself fall apart,
I could not keep this at bay.
Some way,
Somehow,
He showed me,
That now,
He loves me to death,
He used to say,
You’re my Big toe,
Funny, but some way,
It made sense,
You cant walk without your toes,
Your handicapped,
But that everyone knows.
I’m sorry I made you cry daddy,
I’m sorry I hurt you so bad,
But soon you’ll see a change in me,
Soon I wont be so sad.
As he let me go,
He said to me this,
Don’t tell that I cried,
I wont tell daddy, not one bit.
I love you more than you know,
And soon ill be ok,
I hope I never forget,
What happened that day

i know this is confusing but if you know me and know what ahppened youll get it, sorry if you dont know..... im not posting it for the hole world to see tho lol
*comments and shyt are always appreciated*

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  • 19 years ago

    by Bonnie Fowler

    Godd poem. I think i get it though. I was abused all my life and i am turning 13 soon and i am in 7 grade and i still have those same ol' bruises. Everyone in school thinks that i am miss perfect and i am so popular! i hate it whenever they are like u have so many skirts and nice tank tops and a perfect body so why dont u ever where anything like that 2 school!?!?! If only they knew that their perfect girl came from a broken home and was punished with everything she did! I know Its probably boring u so i wont waste ur time n e more........

  • 19 years ago

    by happy days

    brill poem, best iv read in a while xxxx

  • 19 years ago

    by Danielle

    :-) Aw. Good poem hun.

  • 19 years ago

    by jescelle

    i know

  • 19 years ago

    by deadnalone

    wow. thats great hun. thanks for da never ending comments. i love ya!! lol
    take care,
    ellie