A cry for help

 

A little girl came over to my house one day,
A friend of my daughter’s who wanted to play.
As she played for a while, I could tell she was sad,
Then I heard her tell my daughter, my daddy treats me so bad.

He makes me so scared I don’t know what to do,
But I feel much better now that I’m talking to you.
He touches me places, you know down below,
Even when I cry and try to say no.

He hollers at me and gives me a slap,
And I’m just so little that I can’t fight back.
He says don’t bother to tell mommy what he’s done,
 
Cause she loves him so much, she won’t believe anyone.

To her he’s so nice, candy and flowers he buys,
He said if I tell her she’ll think that I lie.
As I stood there listening ,to that little girl of four.
My tears fell down like a river on the floor.

I reached down and hugged her and said, I believe what you say.
I’ll go with you now  and we’ll talk to your mommy today.
I’m sure that she loves you and wouldn’t want you to be sad.
And nobody should hurt you not even your dad.

 

Please listen to the cries for help.
These children need someone to stand up to their 
abusers for them
. Please don’t let their cries go unheard.


© by Gloria Collins    2/17/04      

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