Matters Of Which I Want Not To Believe

by MethodtotheMadness   Jan 27, 2006


I don't remember it
But that's what mama told me...
I'm going to deny it
It just can't be...

I was with you in the garage
Too much you had drank...
And again on your breath
The none too foreign beer stank...

You grabbed me and pulled me round
Said we were to dance...
I wanted to say no
But you never gave me the chance...

You looked so happy
I couldn't let you down...
So I went along with it
I let you pull me around...

Suddenly mom looked upset
I asked her if you were drunk...
She grabbed the phone, said "get in the house"
As my fear rose my heart sunk...

She called Auntie
Asked if uncle could come over...
Said something bad had happened
Said you were far from sober...

Then he came
You got so mad...
Mama held me back
I was trying to get to you dad...

Lots of yelling and fighting
I don't remember much more...
But last night mom re-opened
That six year old sore...

She told me why the fighting had started
She said it was wrong, the place you had touched me...
I don't want to believe it
Please, tell me she's wrong daddy...

You were real drunk
You couldn't have known what you were doing...
But mama says that's why she locked me in the bathroom
Says that's why she was crying...

I don't want to believe it
Daddy tell me it's not true...
I'm supposed to be your Little One
You wouldn't do that to me... would you?

I'm not sure how accurate these events are cuz no one will tell me the truth and mama isn't always such a reliable source. But here it is. I've never told anyone.

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