I can't remember much of daddy.
Or why I was taken away.
Some of the memories with him are nice.
The happy thoughts make me feel loved.
Sometimes I have trouble falling asleep at night.
Because I remember he used to come in my room.
He would grab at my throat and kiss me hard.
And at the time I didn't know it was abuse.
I just thought it was daddy trying to love me.
One night he laid me on the couch, and gave me a drink.
And I sipped it, and I felt dizzy and fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up surrounded by white walls.
And a tall skinny woman walked in.
"Good morning Re'nee it's time to take your medicine"