The guy next door is really odd.
He likes to show off his hot rod
Not too the guys but to us girls
He's like 40 so that gross of course.
He watches us everyday
He says we're cute when we play
We're not little kids
we're almost grown.
Stop looking perv
before dad comes home.
He says I'm beautiful
With angle eyes
I told my dad
Now mom cries.
See dad went over
To visit the neighbor.
There were pictures and things
All over a table.
When dad came home he was covered in blood.
Then the cops came and put him in cuffs.
The whole night was crazy
My memory hazy
My dad said I'm safe now
And I am his baby.
So daddy's in jail
While mommy goes through hell.
I'm all she that she has.
Till daddy's time has passed.
I'll be a good girl and stay out of trouble
But when the light go out,
friends call me a rebel
I've learned to fight now
And wield my own sword.
I'll make my dad proud
By protecting this world.
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Mission Blue Poetry
PoetryPoems written from pleasure and pain life's lessens & little blessins lost love and shattered live's, broken hearts and stabbing knives. With beauty, love, sex and joy. I write for the pleasure of it. Thanks for reading.
