Seven...

You're gonna knock 'em dead! PA would smile and say to the sweet girl seven...
Laps and caresses and butterfly kisses she loved and she craved like the sun
What did they mean when they spoke as if I could not hear and said, "this one's
gonna be trouble, my god..." Why? Just brush my hair with your hand, and tickle my toes softly...said the girl nine...
Daddy, rub my back! Why not? she feels the warm paternal hand push her off his lap, and hears his voice blurt the words "you are to big for that" My heart just broke into a million tiny shards thought the girl ten...
Uncle smiles and asks why I am so sad; I will make some rich millionairre a wonderful wife one day--with my long legs and my sweet face; why does he laugh about
my legs and how does he know who I will love? thought the girl twelve...
Then came the anger, the rage, the stomping WHY WON'T YOU TOUCH ME ANYMORE
I only want to be loved, we all want to be loved, she wants to be loved
Stop it, don't act like a whore, you asked for it bitch, what is wrong with you, stop
heard the girl fourteen, fifteen, sixteen...
All I ever wanted was for you to be HAPPY...JUST BE HAPPY...I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU ARE NOT HAPPY...I want you to be happy Dad said with only his words. Her head spun with confusion and she began to hate the sun at seventeen
He will touch her, love her, fuck her, marry her, hit her, and buy her sunglasses; so she ran away and jumped into the flame at eighteen...
Days past, years flew by, he did not really love her; cover it up with the liquid happiness and a decent diagnosis from a clinic- the woman twenty, and hold her breath until nearly thiry
Miracles? Therapy with a man who helped open the festering wounds and drain them, the pain so wretched that she almost left thirty two
Try it again, the REAL love, he KNEW, he touched her deeply and she had him wrapped around her finger along with the gold band at thirty three
Deception can stare at one through crystal clear ocean blue eyes and the pain was a slow laborious one that began with those contractions far apart and bearable and ended with the death of her marriage, forty...
Daddy, rub my back...Someone, love me...hold me, remind me that butterfly kisses are as real as the moon and that sunscreen stops sunburns; Hope is a four letter word and she just wants to believe again, to be free...To be seven...