Tears for the Little Girl

Based on the poem written by: Antoine Fisher

Written Thursday, November 30, 2005

Who will cry for the little girl?

Lost and all alone.
Who will cry for the little girl?
Abandoned without her own.
Dear father, was I conceived because you actually wanted me
Or am I the result of an act of passion
I remember when I was younger my love for you
I’d wake up from my sleep
When I heard the sound of your voice
I’d run to you and we’d embrace
But what was once considered a daughters love
Has become a vibrato of affliction
Vibrations of mommy being beaten black and blue in the bathroom
Broken sobs from inside:
Baby I’m alright, now go to bed. Goodnight.
Running water
Bruised fists and
Curdling screams where my lullaby
Who will cry for the little girl?
She cried herself to sleep.
Who will cry for the little girl?
She never had for keeps
I’d wake up only to find myself in a backspin
And I don’t mean Hip-hops disc jock
Rather the same abusive relationship years later
Daddy had control over mind, body and soul
He was I and I was his and together we played Bonnie and Clyde
Love told me to jump and my response was:
How high?
Who will cry for the little girl?
She walked the burning sand.
Who will cry for the little girl?
The girl inside the WO- Man.
Who will cry for the little girl?
She knows well hurt and pain.
Who will cry for the little girl?
She died again and again
He raped me and inappropriately touched me
Left me mentally and physically scarred
Diseased ridden and guilty
My innocents no longer exists
I was filthy
Who will cry for the little girl?
A good girl she tried to be.
Who will cry for the little girl?
Who cries inside of me?