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Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Too Frequent

She holds her teddy bear close to her face
If she don't look at him, she feels less of a disgrace
She shakes as the door creeps open
It's just her mama, she keeps hopin'
She knows it's him by the sound of his walk
Hand over her mouth, "be a good girl don't talk
If you love daddy you'll let him do as he pleases"
She tries to shut away is grunts and his wheezes
Silent tears make their way down her her cheek
If she knows what's best for her, she won't try to shriek
She's afraid is she tells, mama won't love her anymore
That's what he says as he walks over to the door
He has the nerve to say he loves her and to have a good night
Once he's gone she still holds that same old teddy bear tight
Prayin' to the Lord that it won't happen again
She knows it will she just doesn't know when
She curses the day that she ever was born
She's not even five and she's already torn

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