This poem is really a short story, and was written by my daughter who was raped by her father (deceased), when she was ten years old. The poem is very naive, but so is my daughter, and quite often, is still that ten year old child, even though she is now an adult. There was a young girl named Devon, The eldest in a family of seven. She'd go off by herself, sit under a tree, And put her head down on her knee. Without all the noise and tumble of the boys, She felt like she was in heaven. One day her peace was shattered, By a member of the family who mattered. She knew not one soul she could tell, For fear her family would hurt, So she lived a few years in hell. Like a hole that was filled with dirt. Time came she could take no more, She had to tell the law. The member of the family that did wrong, Was taken away, but not for long. Only two years, then he was free, But Devon buzzed around like a mason bee, She was so hurt, she couldn't settle,Like a butterfly sitting on a nettle. Every day she would sit and pray, That he'd get hurt, in the very same way. Then one day she had a telephone call, This member of the family had met his all. She went to see him in his grave. When she saw the pain on his face, She prayed to God his soul to save. Now Devon can let go of the past, No more revenge, hate, or sorrow, Happiness will be hers tomorrow. My daughter's star sign is Scorpio.
Reason for writing:
The reason I have written this poem is because I thought I owed it to my daughter to bring it out into the open. I have had this poem in my possession for a long time but just kept it filed away. Her life has been literally ruined by that animal she called her father. She has had no real happiness since. For twenty years she has looked after other people's children because she could not have children of her own.
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