(By daddy of a victim)
She was born with a little bit of hair, not a head full at all
But she had the face of a princess just like a little baby doll.
Her eyes were shut as in my arms I looked down
And when she opened them up, I saw they were mahogany brown.
She would toss and turn, flip and roll till she could crawl, then walk
Her voice was a high pitched squeak, until she could talk.
“Patty cake, patty cake, baker’s man”
“I’m going to get you girl! Run as fast as you can!”
She went to school to learn where she got good grades
She wore her hair curly with pigtails, ponytails, and braids.
She made a lot of friends but it slowly dwindled to a pact
Because some said, “You’re too this.. and you’re too that..”
No more curly hair, she just wore her hair straight
Her self esteem crushed, until she lost weight.
“This little piggy went to the market and this little piggy stayed home”
But when I came home one day, she was gone
As the sun came up and the streetlights flickered dim
It reminded me how long I had not seen her and how long it had been.
“Oh where oh where has my little girl gone, oh where oh where can she be?”
Sleeping in a bathroom, high as a kite, or somewhere walking on a street?
She used to be five foot three with pink and white painted toes
But she was found five foot six wearing a mini dress with black stilettos.
“Now I lay me down to sleep”
Hugged up with some &$*% creep!?
She displayed the shell of a woman but she was just a girl
No pigtails, hair straight, no braids, no curls.
Her mahogany eyes covered in dark paint, no emotion,.. not a stir
My eyes welled up, my heart sank hard, as I looked at her
Screaming for help but her lips didn’t move
I thought this could never happen to us… I played the fool.
“Twinkle, twinkle little star”, in such a dark world
She is my baby… she, still is my baby girl.