Dear Daddy

Dear daddy, I tacked this letter
to your front door to tell you a story about a little girl who resend you.
She loved you but couldn't
take the abuse.
Why did you force her to touch you?
Why did you make her hurt so bad?
I can remember waking up in a
pool of my own blood.
I would scream and nobody would come to help me.
You'd poke my eyes and
beat me beyond recognition,
and I would scream for so long,
"oh! no! daddy! no! help me!"
Daddy I warn you, don't turn around now.
There's a gun at your head and you're
gonna die.
love, vanessa.