I hate being called pretty girl....
that’s what he called me.... who is he
my torture that left me with constant nightmares since the age of 3.... he would finger me
he would play B.B. king and say dance for me
he told me pretty girls wear red lipstick as he kneeled down on his knee
scared and left abandoned she thought
since her momma left her this was how it was supposed to be
memories of little me since the age of 3......