-Your daughter, Emely-

Dear daddy, this is my letter
now I’m feeling much better
the doctors said that nothing was wrong
and I won’t stay here for long
but they keep asking why I’m hurt
why I look like I live in dirt
I told them the truth, I was playing football
I fell down, it really was nothing at all
but the scars on my ears
and the reason for my fears
the reason I can’t sleep
and why I weep
truth: I’m just tired and worn out,
I fell on my ears, that’s what it all was about
but the bruises on my chest
the contusions on the rest
I’m not a virgin, ten years old
I was wandering on the street, cold
I don’t know, the bruises are from soccer
my teacher had been a mother fucker
made my smooth
used my youth
the teacher was you
but you have always been there for me, daddy
lifted me up, when I could not see
made me happy, when I was sad
when my friends were treating me bad
I could always run to you,
I helped you too
with me you felt good
maybe not the way you should
I know that was wrong
and it won’t be long
‘till the police will knock on the door
and I won’t make you happy anymore
I know that you will cry in your cell
I hope you will fry in hell
I hope I could pay you back
make your life empty and black
daddy, cos I know what you did was bad
I can not have back my childhood I had
cos now I know what it’s like, to be raped
will always carry the ugly face, you shaped
I don’t care,
if you will be there
I don’t mind
when some pimp takes you from behind
and that you will soon find out
what rape is all about
from the other side
when a big fat man takes a ride.

Your daughter, Emely.