Good girl's don't tell,
You should do as I say & not as I do.
Mama said
respect my elders so respectfully
I'll lay here and not make a sound.
You've told me
God
rewards good girls when they obey their parents and being my foster parent I must do as
God
tells me so obey you I do,
I brush my teeth and let you brush my hair,
you lift a trestle
to your nose ,
smell deeply then brush my hair some more.
I must be a sacrificial lamb and let your will be done.
The pink lace type nightgown fits me a bit big, the perfume makes me
sneeze
- -
ahchoo ahchoo
I don't like the rouge on my cheeks and this light brown powdery stuff
smell like old women and itches,
but
I smile cause it hides the swelling purplish bruises
on my eye and right cheek.
It also makes me feel so beautiful,
specially cause of the look in your eyes,
I know that
You
like how I look from
the smirk on your face.
I sit down as you've instructed,
watching you as you go to the door
locking it,
I don't know what to think or how you feel
but you tell me that
I'm special,
magically so and you'd die
if you can't have me.
I don't know what you mean
still
I come up to you and rub your back.
It always worked
when my
Nana
did this to me,
giving me comfort as any good parent should.
You on the other hand
hold
me and tell me I am so lovely
Yet your
not accepting the
father/ daughter comforts I wish to give you.
My naivete's got you looking at me
strangely
and in this fortress- locked room you take it upon yourself
to demonstrate just what I truly mean to you ,
you kiss,
you kiss my lips
, touch my chest,
sliding your hand down
my
underdeveloped
body
with a hunger in your eyes of which
I can't place,
I'm frighten and worried
yet you tell me
to relax and lay on the bed,
repeating to me that
Good Girl's Don't Tell.
Always Me Ayeshah ®
Copyright 1977 - Present ©
K.A.C.L.N ©
All right reserved ®
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 4:52 AM UTC
Good girl's don't tell,
You should do as I say & not as I do.
Mama said
respect my elders so respectfully
I'll lay here and not make a sound.
You've told me
God
rewards good girls when they obey their parents and being my foster parent I must do as
God
tells me so obey you I do,
I brush my teeth and let you brush my hair,
you lift a trestle
to your nose ,
smell deeply then brush my hair some more.
I must be a sacrificial lamb and let your will be done.
The pink lace type nightgown fits me a bit big, the perfume makes me
sneeze
- -
ahchoo ahchoo
I don't like the rouge on my cheeks and this light brown powdery stuff
smell like old women and itches,
but
I smile cause it hides the swelling purplish bruises
on my eye and right cheek.
It also makes me feel so beautiful,
specially cause of the look in your eyes,
I know that
You
like how I look from
the smirk on your face.
I sit down as you've instructed,
watching you as you go to the door
locking it,
I don't know what to think or how you feel
but you tell me that
I'm special,
magically so and you'd die
if you can't have me.
I don't know what you mean
still
I come up to you and rub your back.
It always worked
when my
Nana
did this to me,
giving me comfort as any good parent should.
You on the other hand
hold
me and tell me I am so lovely
Yet your
not accepting the
father/ daughter comforts I wish to give you.
My naivete's got you looking at me
strangely
and in this fortress- locked room you take it upon yourself
to demonstrate just what I truly mean to you ,
you kiss,
you kiss my lips
, touch my chest,
sliding your hand down
my
underdeveloped
body
with a hunger in your eyes of which
I can't place,
I'm frighten and worried
yet you tell me
to relax and lay on the bed,
repeating to me that
Good Girl's Don't Tell.
Always Me Ayeshah ®
Copyright 1977 - Present ©
K.A.C.L.N ©
All right reserved ®
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