Between the confines of these thighs lies a vagina, brutalized, victimized,

and conquered in daddy’s hands. The bed that shelters me at night no

longer feels safe and the streets feel more like home. My physical confection

sexed, battered, and stripped of innocence shys away from familiar

territory of dolls, Aesop’s fables, and easy bake ovens into thy woman

scorned. Mama so blase to the truth and hypnotized by financial and sexual

self gratification yearns for mans touch so steep, she ignores my reality of

physical exploitation. A woman before my time, blood is shed and tears are

spilled as he plants a goodnight kiss upon my lips. I rush to take a shower,

but the scent and touch of cigarettes and his dirt encrusted fingernails waits 

to haunt me in my dreams. Between the confines of these thighs lies a vagina,

brutalized, victimzed, and conquered in daddy’s hands.