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Daddys girl

he said it was a secret

he said it was a game

he i said i mustn't ever tell,

that I would get the blame

 

he told me i was special

he said i should be glad

he said i should be grateful

that i had him for a dad

 

he said if i did tell them

that they would come for me

that they would put me in a home

and they would not believe

 

he said that it was my fault

that i would go to him

he said he didnt see the harm

in what was happening

 

he told me that he loved me

from very deep inside

daddys little girl he said

daddy,  how you lied.

 

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Hugh

Sat 20th Oct 2012 12:07

A sad and chilling poem brilliantly written,displaying disappointment and trauma in so few lines.

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Jeff Dawson

Fri 29th Jul 2011 15:09

Cant have been easy to write this never mind put it out, extremely brave and as a poem very powerful, hope it helped, best wishes Jeff

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Antony Owen

Mon 4th Jul 2011 09:35

Well thanks for this Kath it certaqinly pulls no punches but importantly does not feel sorry for itself and reads refelctively which is its strength. A line went through my head as I read it 'numb heroes in wet bedsheets' somethin I imagined from the POV of the victim. A brave entry.

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Isobel

Sat 25th Jun 2011 10:59

Castrate them, circumcise them (though I think you will find that female abusers are in a minority) - do whatever it takes to erase them -and I'd happily weigh in with some steel capped boots.

The day paedophilia ceases to evoke strong emotions from sentient, serious adults will be a very sad day for our society indeed.

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Elaine Booth

Fri 24th Jun 2011 23:39

The distance and reserve in your poem gives greater weight and power to the experience expressed. Whether personal or not has nothing to do with the validity and success of what you have written. There is simple truth and conviction in your writing. X

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Graham Sherwood

Thu 23rd Jun 2011 22:07

A compelling piece of work. I do not know you Kath personally, but I take it from the weight and balance of the comments that it should be considered autobiographical. If so bravo for being able to expound it so well. It's really none of our businesses to comment on the reality, just the content, but I think that the almost chanting aspect of this (someone mentioned nursery rhymes) is the most haunting aspect of it.


<Deleted User> (7212)

Thu 23rd Jun 2011 20:42

.... so I'll take that as a No then? :D

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Ann Foxglove

Thu 23rd Jun 2011 13:05

Excellent poem Kath.xx

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Laura Taylor

Thu 23rd Jun 2011 12:30

Said it on your blog, will say it here

RIGHT out of order Banksy. Not funny in the slightest, and sick as fuck.

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Wed 22nd Jun 2011 21:25

an exceptional poem very well put together.

BTW - want some sweeties? ;)

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Dave Bradley

Wed 22nd Jun 2011 18:27

Can but agree with what everyone else has said, Kath. Please keep writing.

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Dave Carr

Wed 22nd Jun 2011 18:05

I think this is exceptional. It deserves a wider audience than it will get here (no disrespect but it will probably be off the radar very soon)
Dave

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John Coopey

Wed 22nd Jun 2011 13:39

All the more powerful for its simplicity, sitting in an almost nursery rhyme form.

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Andy N

Wed 22nd Jun 2011 08:14

have you blogged this before, kath or a verison of it as it does seem familar?

either way, that last line was upsetting, kath but powerful..

excellent stuff x

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Paulyn Lloyd

Tue 21st Jun 2011 18:37

xxxx brave soul xxxx

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Cate Greenlees

Tue 21st Jun 2011 16:44

I came out in goosebumps when I read this. Like Laura says completely heartbreaking,and like Isobel says I hope he died a nasty painful end. Theres something to be said for castration.
Cate xx

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Isobel

Tue 21st Jun 2011 12:39

I hope he's dead and that the death was long and painful.

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Alan Morrison

Tue 21st Jun 2011 10:31

Sigh... there you go again. Saying what needs to be said with such economy and poise. The more you do it (like peeling away the layers of an onion), the more I understand you. The more I understand you, the more I respect you. You are the essence of what poetry should be...

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Laura Taylor

Tue 21st Jun 2011 09:04

Oh Kath - this is heartbreaking, in its message and its childlike simplicity. I feel like sometimes I am watching you strip your skin raw with these pieces.

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