My story
This is my story
Do we share secrets
Or keep them to ourselves
Silent witnesses
Standing with us in the dark room
Please just this once
I don’t want to hear his voice
Whisper those horrible words in my ear
I don’t want to feel his hands
Roam over my body
Touching what belongs to me
I won’t tell
If this once he finishes quickly
If this once I can be alone and try to forget
You are my daughter almost my wife
He tells me as if this were a prize
I should treasure
We share another night
He sleeps next to me my mother is away
I try to make myself small invisible
But his arm keeps me prisoner
When morning comes, I try to wash his smell from my skin
Nothing helps he stays with me all day
It is my duty he tells me
To be his perfect daughter and keep smiling
Smile even when it hurts