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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Emotional · #1332261
I wrote this poem from the perspective of a small child.
 
~MOMMY, PLEASE COME HOME~

 
My Mommy met a man,

and he moved in with us;

At first he seemed real nice,

I liked him very much.

 
He would babysit,

while Mommy was at work;

I was only four,

I think his name was Dirk.

 
One day he baked me Cookies,

I thought he was so nice;

But as I drank my Milk,

he said, “Now it’s playtime”.

 
I wondered what he meant,

cause he never did play games;

He said, “This will be fun”,

then he looked at me real strange.

 
I only got to eat,

two Cookies on my plate;

Before he picked me up,

his touch felt really strange.

 
He carried me to the Bathroom,

and took off all my clothes;

I was so small and scared,

I wanted Mommy home.

 
He put me in the Tub,

the water was real cold;

He put soap on his hand’s,

they looked so big and old.

 
I remember being scared,

when he put his hands on me;

I didn’t like his touch,

and cried for my Mommy.

 
He didn’t say a word,

he just touched me everywhere;

I knew this wasn’t right,

cause it made me really scared.

 
I wanted to fight back,

but he was just too strong;

I thought I must have done,

Something very wrong.

 
I heard my Mommy’s voice,

calling out for me;

He stopped what he was doing,

so Mommy wouldn’t see.

 
All the rest of that bad day;

I stayed in my bedroom;

When Mommy tucked me in,

I told her all the truth.

 
She said I was a liar,

and he would never do that;

So I cried myself to sleep,

clinging to my blanket.
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