Walking in my nighty; rubbing my eyes My fathers sitting on the sofa with his friend He pats the seat in the middle; i sit Shivering so cold; a quilt he lends
"Jessy you love me don't you" a smile Their breathe spirts weeps "Daddy you know i do; what is it?" He smiles at his friend; his hand creeps
His friend takes my hand; looks me in the eyes Daddys creeping up my nightie; cold hands I try to pull his hand away; their grip is strong! They look at one another; nod; something planned
I feel my palms sweat; Daddys under my knickers "Daddy im going to bed! Night" Pulling again But there grip is to strong for weak me I look at both; and ask, who are these men?
His fingers going up me; pulling away His friend leans forward; a kiss? Why? His toungue moving mine; my eyes squint Lean back and away; "Why are you doing this?" No answer, i feel the pain inside me; him Chucks the quilt on the floor; me to I try and scamper away, but im not fast "O Daddy please, i love you"
His friend; pulling at my nightie And my Dad pulling my pants down His friend pinning my hands to the floor As my Dad lies himself on the ground
I squirm; as Daddy friend pulls me up And places me ontop of Daddy; thrusts within I cry; i bite; i scratch; i slap; i fail "O Daddy please you win you win!"
I can feel my skin rip; my virginity breaking free I can feel the blood seep down my leg "Daddy your hurting me please" I plead to him and his friend; not even a beg
Daddys laughing; why does he laugh? His friend shoves himself in my mouth and moans Tieing my hands togather; moving in and out "Ride me Jessy" He laughs and groans
They smile at one another; laugh to They roll me over and spread me wide well My daddy sits on my face; himself in again While his friend talks and pushes himself inside
I can hardly breathe; i gag for air I cough and splutter; cry and weep I beg and plead; but its no use Theyve already made me hurt and bleed
I stare into his eyes; that look upon me This is not my Dad; where is he? If he was still here; would he care Would he actually even; see?
Finally they get off and lie me on the sofa My cheeks blouchy from tears and pain They play with them selfs; all over me Rub it in; making me feel the shame
"Why Daddy? Please tell me why?" Dad looks at his friend; and waves him away "Jessy i love you" he smiles and kisses my cheek "Is that all you have in your heart to say?"
He puts my nightie on me he walks me to my bedroom door Ever since that night; His friend And himself every Friday come back for more
"Night sweet Girl; You are my life" Closing the door, tears still down my face Still the smell of him and his friend Fade into me like disgrace
I watch the Moon go down; the sun come up "Jessy its school" Knocking at my door I cant help but cry; weep in pain Because im so scared he wanted more
But one night daddy took it too far Daddy and his friend came back for one last shot They were worried they would get caught So he and his friend took me to a cemetary lot
I was blindfolded and my hands were tied back "Daddy please!! Not tonight!" Daddy and his friend both had their last fun After that i tried to put up a fight
I begged daddy "Please no more!" All he could say "Shut up you stupid piece of SHIT!" Daddy unblindfolded me at last He said I love you so much
He went back into the car and pulled out a bat "Daddy I swear I wont say a thing!!!!" I was dead After only one swing..........................
Matla A Bana - A voice against child abuse
Matla A Bana is a charity project initiated and managed by the Callie and Monique Strydom Charity Trust (www.strydomtrust.com). The Callie and Monique Trust were founded upon the return of Callie and Monique Strydom after a 4-month hostage ordeal in Southeast Asia. At the end of 2002 Monique Strydom was asked to chair a task team that investigated child rape in South Africa. A need for an organization which could address all the grey areas in the child protection system in South Africa arose and the Strydom Trust undertook to address this need. Matla a Bana is a National organization, with predominant focus in Gauteng and the Western Cape.
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The Kelsey Briggs Story
This little angel is no longer with us. Born: December 28, 2002 Died: October 11, 2005 She was just 3 years old when her own mother and step-father beat her to death.
Kelsey, we salute you and hope that you are flying high with the angels where NO ONE can hurt you anymore.
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