| The Good Little Girl The smack of leather beats time like rain Wearing away the rock, My pleas echo loud bruises. He�s my Daddy and doesn�t mean to hurt me. He loves me, he said so. I know I�ve been a bad girl, I should never say no to Daddy. Like the bright November sun His eyes promise warmth But the clamminess from his frozen fingers Seeps into the folds of my body. Daddies are supposed to hold their little girls close. I try to be the Little Princess And Daddy says I am, But only if I can keep a secret, Hushing the nightly lullaby of his labored breath. Daddies give their little girls kisses, Well I must be the best Because my Daddy gives me lots of kisses. Daddies are proud of their little girls. Mine always beams with pride When people compliment How well-behaved and well-mannered I am. Nightly my efforts are rewarded, With no screaming or flailing limbs, Daddy crawls into my bed And asks me to show him Just how good little girls can be. |