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Array ( [sid] => 107830 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => He wasnt [time] => 2005-10-16 07:08:17 [hometext] => I think the past always comes back to haunt [bodytext] => He drove down
the long dirt road ahead
and pulled over
he scared me with what he said

He was a vulture
and I was his prey
scared as I sat there
I didnt know what to say

The man I trusted
I believed would do me no harm
I didnt know what but
something seemed wrong

He said he had a secret
and I couldnt tell
I said I wouldnt daddy
I thought I knew him well

He proceeded to tell me
I was a good girl
He touched me wrong
and my head began to swirl

I started to cry
he stopped and said dont tell
if I did hed kill me
I didnt feel so well.

The man who I thought
was supposed to be my dad
was nothing to me
and it all makes me sad

So there was nothing great
about turning thirteen at all
I couldnt wait for thirteen before
but all my dreams began to fall

He wasnt the man
he was supposed to be
he wasnt
but no one told me
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He wasnt

Contributed by tinamarie on Sunday, 16th October 2005 @ 07:08:17 AM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse

He drove down
the long dirt road ahead
and pulled over
he scared me with what he said

He was a vulture
and I was his prey
scared as I sat there
I didnt know what to say

The man I trusted
I believed would do me no harm
I didnt know what but
something seemed wrong

He said he had a secret
and I couldnt tell
I said I wouldnt daddy
I thought I knew him well

He proceeded to tell me
I was a good girl
He touched me wrong
and my head began to swirl

I started to cry
he stopped and said dont tell
if I did hed kill me
I didnt feel so well.

The man who I thought
was supposed to be my dad
was nothing to me
and it all makes me sad

So there was nothing great
about turning thirteen at all
I couldnt wait for thirteen before
but all my dreams began to fall

He wasnt the man
he was supposed to be
he wasnt
but no one told me

Copyright © tinamarie ... [ 2005-10-16 07:08:17]
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Re: He wasnt (User Rating: 1 )
by daprdan on Sunday, 16th October 2005 @ 10:06:34 AM AEST
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There is nothing more degrading, noxious and hated than a child molester, but to be the parent of the child as well, is so low and vile it is totally unforgivable.( It is hard not to use the expressions I want to here).

Write about this, write until it doesn't hurt in the same way anymore. It will never go away, but the pain will subside. Hopefully you will find someone, someone to help you put the memory in the past where it belongs.

Not to be vindictive, but, I read your other poem, and believe you should somehow make amends with your mother. (I know how hard and wrong this may seem right now) Let her know of this abuse, then, share this with the authorities. His crime can not go unpunished. He has or will do it again. Do not let him. Do not let your mother talk you out of it. You are stronger than either of them. DO NOT do this from anger, do it from pity for them. You would help a wounded animal, they too need help, but you father needs help from the authorities, to keep him from doing it again.(prison time is what I hope for 25 years would be a good start... (Jessica's Law) would be a good START in his recovery...)

Forgive me for being so outspoken, this particular type of offense I wish I could avenge myself, personally.

Re: He wasnt (User Rating: 1 )
by fielding88 on Sunday, 16th October 2005 @ 03:09:27 PM AEST
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Horrible situation, and I don't want to harp on its obvious gruesomness, so with regards to the poem itself I thought you handled the subject matter rather nicely. Best of luck to you.

Re: He wasnt (User Rating: 1 )
by kpsniper2003 on Tuesday, 18th October 2005 @ 02:15:18 PM AEST
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I'ts sad to know that stuff like that really happens, and my heart goes out to you. But in the end God judges everyone.

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