I remember his gentle hands against my back as he pushed me on the swing.
Now all Daddy does is push me on the blood stained ground and swing his belt across my bruised skin.
I remember when he held my petite hand while crossing the busy street.
Now all Daddy does his hold his hands around my neck.
I remember when he kissed my forehead good night.
Now all Daddy does is forcefully kiss my trembling lips.
I, I remember when he helped me get dressed, and told me how beautiful i was.
Now, now all Daddy does is un- buttons my blouse, unzips my pants, and tells me in his harsh force, how im filled with flaws.
I remember when he whispered in my ear "I love you" but, Daddy still does that...
