A Poem Written by Vivian Ennis 04/01/01
Where is your hand Daddy that I cannot see
is it hidden in places that it should not be?
And as you walk by me in the hallway so tight
the look on your face just doesn’t seem right
When you come to my room at night to tuck me into bed
what are the thoughts that are in your sick head?
Where should you mind be with your daughter so pure
what about this behavior are you so unsure?
And when mom tells me to sit on your lap
I feel as if I am caught in your trap
Your sick and perverted thoughts of me
that will ruin my life forever you see
Shouldn't there be a bonded Father and Daughter trust
it seems to me your mind is only on some perverted lust
Can’t you see that your thoughts are really sick?
While you’re restraining me as I try to kick
Where is the self-control that you should have inside?
You look to me like a man who has no pride
How do you think that I must feel?
As I try to block this out I’m so numb, I no longer…