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she is scared hes comming closer,
she can feel his evil ways,
she can see he is strange,
the way he looks at her,the way he talks to her,
the way he touches her!
fear overcomes her,
she wants to tell her mom,
but shes drunk again,
he is going to ruin the little angels innocence with his hunger needing fed,
how to stop him move out of bed?
thats not good enough,
all these scary thoughts are not just in her head,
as he puts his hands down her pants once again,
she pulls away, calls for her mom,who can barely stand,
mommy can we go for a walk its immportant,i have to tell you something -something bad!
please take me to the resturaunt where daddys been.........
its not far we can walk, so i can tell you about the scary man............your boyfriend.........
oh daddy help me im scared i am!
daddy he touched me it scares me im afraid help me dad,
daddys her hero, moms boyfriend , so lucky hes not dead,
battered and bruised , beaten, over and over and over again,
do not fuck with his daughter, thats his life, his reason for being he said.........................................
but for that little girl only a single moment of glory she had.......
when her dear daddy kicked his ass,the pig, the one who ruined the innocence she once had,
mommys a mess she layed in bed drunk while her boyfriend roams with his hands all over her daughter crying with tears of being so sad,
she is as evil a match made in hell,
the little girl will grow up not having the mind she could of had!
a lesson to those who ruin the thoughts of women to be,
to know one once, is to always know one , they will get you one day you will see!
dedicated to all the child molesting fucks in the world those little girls grow up and are comming to get you!!!!!!!
she can feel his evil ways,
she can see he is strange,
the way he looks at her,the way he talks to her,
the way he touches her!
fear overcomes her,
she wants to tell her mom,
but shes drunk again,
he is going to ruin the little angels innocence with his hunger needing fed,
how to stop him move out of bed?
thats not good enough,
all these scary thoughts are not just in her head,
as he puts his hands down her pants once again,
she pulls away, calls for her mom,who can barely stand,
mommy can we go for a walk its immportant,i have to tell you something -something bad!
please take me to the resturaunt where daddys been.........
its not far we can walk, so i can tell you about the scary man............your boyfriend.........
oh daddy help me im scared i am!
daddy he touched me it scares me im afraid help me dad,
daddys her hero, moms boyfriend , so lucky hes not dead,
battered and bruised , beaten, over and over and over again,
do not fuck with his daughter, thats his life, his reason for being he said.........................................
but for that little girl only a single moment of glory she had.......
when her dear daddy kicked his ass,the pig, the one who ruined the innocence she once had,
mommys a mess she layed in bed drunk while her boyfriend roams with his hands all over her daughter crying with tears of being so sad,
she is as evil a match made in hell,
the little girl will grow up not having the mind she could of had!
a lesson to those who ruin the thoughts of women to be,
to know one once, is to always know one , they will get you one day you will see!
dedicated to all the child molesting fucks in the world those little girls grow up and are comming to get you!!!!!!!
whats good for the goose is good for the gander
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that was a spear to the chest, a blender to the hand, a garbage disposal to the eyes... I hurt so badly after reading it spitting out at me at everyone the pain the bitterness the sadness the hatred the rage the vitriol the causticity the acidity of it all.
My daughter is the light of my eyes and the life in my step.... I don't know what I'd do if any harm ever came to her... I just don't know.
I don't know what else to say other than I intend to do right by her. I can't apologize to you or for you or with you or by you but I can take good care of my little girl and you can take some solace in that...
She's going to be taught to be open minded, sure, but independent and sure, if I can help it.
She's a lovely thing full of spite, spunk, and starlight.
Spread the word and I'll help you.
I was a rape victim advocate off and on in college (for the short time I was able to attend), I have done council for people who have had issues like this. It needs to be seen and woken up to. People will change their minds and wake up someday, I swear.
I just don't know if we'll live to see that day.
my father has tought me to box and i took self defense classes when i got a little older and when i became an adult i took up kick boxing (but recently had to stop taking it due to its cost)
in a way im happy to not have a daughter becuase of this im too scared to have one but i have two boys and damn it im just as scared for them so a daughter would fuck my head up more i think! so im very happy to hear you are protective of your daughter. she is going to blossom into a very nice young lady becuase of you. i always tell my child hood experiences to others in hopes of prevention of others being harmed so i thank you for helping in spreading the word. .....peace and love
if it makes you sad then tell how you are feeling i promise it helps!
if you have no emotions from it then maybe you didnt understand it. and thats ok too i will educate you about it. child molesting is the worst thing a human can do to another human being that the victim is just a child!
seta
RETALIATION/
broken aviation
She sat in her corner
Folding industriously,
Of course,
A piece of college ruled.
Just finished dusting
And rusted in mind
She let the plane
Wing it’s way through the
Worldly currents provided by
The stainless steel of a heat vent.
It hovered silent,
Slipping upward to
Graze the ceiling with a rush
Of movement
And a wisp of air.
Nose dive,
Graceful still,
It sticks in the carpet tip first.
The fragile cockpit command center
Would have been a wreck
Yet
Paper survives and so
No actual death
She sighed as she reached over
To pick it up
And watched sadly as her father
Entered the room crushing it
Poor thing
With his right heel
“How many times..?”
He asked
“HOW many TIMES?”
He seethed
“HOW MANY TIMES?!”
He flurried
Emphasizing every syllable
Her heart was crushed
With his right heel
She cried for the loss
He grew angrier
So misunderstood it seems
The both of them
He exploded
She flinched
He shouted
She screamed
And they ate dinner
Parenthood it seems
Is a compound word
Meaning hypocrisy
Teenage it seems
Is merely a two syllable word
She discontinued the situation
In the interest of dinner
One argues with no stomach
When running on one that is empty
A Roman thought
For an American girl
She was special
And yet in the end
She wasn’t anything new
Her tragedy…
She was an American legacy
Fancied herself a cinematic event
Even a star shining dimly
Somewhere in the overview of
The estimated timed arrivals
Her tragedy…
As any other star
Who died in a violent plane crash
Who died in the throes
A part of our woes
Those who died in the arms of the country
That reared
Rejected
Realized and
Revered them
In time she may have been as such
Was such
So we may suppose
As she trusted her fancies
More pink and real
More sunset and starlight
More scented and full
Than anything he bedroom window
Could have provided her
Than anything her shades
Could have protected her from
Her nickname: bent reality
Depression her bitter arrow
The paper airplane her downward fall
Surround her
Around her
Underground her
Love spoke spatters
Poetry with edges roughly hewn
Untaught and dissolute
Deluded
Diluted
Drowned in misconception
Folded by shaking hands
Into yet another paper airplane
Shy and slight
Made in the image of its creator
It flew as predicted
Shy and slight
With eyes alight
Youthful effervescence
Evanescence
The faded truth of a tradition broken by lack of faith
Communication
Built upon the familiar
The Familiar
She was fire and her plane was hot
Gliding to a gentle stop on the corner
Of the baked brick and mahogany mantel
Above the fireplace
It teetered there as if deciding
Was it tired of the air?
Momentarily, as time slowed to a pin point,
It leapt off the edge in a spiraling swirl
The room itself swayed and spun in jealousy
Her eyes following it into and just beyond
The lip of a trash can
That sat adjacent to the white leather sofa or rather
Just behind it
There was a thunder of fury at her back as her father entered the room
Reaching for the trash can
Desperate
Seeking to find the cause of his irrationality
Her heart was crushed in his right fist and he threw it on the table
Her hair flew upward in a golden arc
As the violence struck her broadside giving her the crimson rush
Her arm slowly rose to midshoulder height
As she held an oblong
Reflective
Somehow metallic object in her hand
Something she had only just thought of what seemed like hours ago
It glinted
Catching his eye...
As it rose toward the ceiling
He flinched believeing it her retaliation
To his already dawning realization that he might have made a mistake
And to his unconscious prayers unbidden in an effort to karmically appease the Mistakes he has made
There was a flash
A picture of halogen strobe
He stood unable to control what opened in front of him
Speechless as the blood flowed
His eyes widened
Looking around the still spinning living room
As if to find someone to help him out
A saviour for him
And his daughter
He stuttered as she closed her eyes and soared over her right wrist
He started to yell and amazing tears came, blisteringly hot and surprising,
Pleading in a language she couldn't really understand
Never understood
It was all so foreign
She perceived in her somewhat enlightened and lightheaded state
That it was yet another outburst
That was all she knew
The dying know much, however misinterpreted, and she whispered,
"It's the carpet isn't it? You only care about the blood in the carpet"
She knew nothing
Nothing new
A statistic
A Folk Hero
An American legend
A paper airplane.
i hope little posts like these help to ease your mind and know that we are at a time in life where you no longer have to keep silent its not anything to be ashamed of , you can keep your innocence you can get it back! help spread the word and stop the attacks!!!!!! we are comming to those who cause pain and loss, we will find you and be rid of you, we are finally our own boss!take this as you want leave with it in fear, i hate those who harm things so precious and dear...............