I’m Too Little For Grown-Up Games
Grandaddy please don’t
I wrote this piece when I was very young and I was not going to publish it. I wrote this to help me deal with things and I have fully dealt with what happened to me. I was even able to voice my pain to my Grandfather and forgive him, before he passed away.
I have decided to publish this after all because I want people to be more aware that sexual predators can be hiding in plain sight anywhere. I also want young girls and boys to know they are not alone. There are people who will believe them but I also understand if they cannot find the voice to speak out. One day they will!
Oh no, please do not do that again
Grandaddy, not like you did before,
You said it would be a funny game
But I do not want to play anymore.
***
Grandaddy, you said this was our secret
You said Daddy would no longer love me,
I promised to always be a good little girl
As you said no one would ever believe.
***
Grandaddy, I cannot grow up just for you
That’s not how life is meant to be,
Please do not hold and touch me anymore
No Grandaddy, you are frightening me.
***
Long after you are gone Grandaddy
I can still feel every inch of your touch,
I still hear every word you whispered
And cry because it hurts so much.
***
I tried to tell Daddy I don’t love you anymore
But he refuses to listen or even understand,
I shake in fear when he makes me wait for you
And beg him not to make me hold your hand.
***
Other little girls don’t have a Granddad like you
I often dream and wish I was them, or rather,
I wish the Universe would step in to save me
As I do not want you as my Grandfather.
*********************************************
If you liked my writing, please click on the small heart underneath, near my name. Or send me a tip and let me know you enjoyed it.
****
Please click the link below my name to read more of my work. I would also like to thank you for taking the time to read this today and for all your support.
If you enjoy this piece, you may enjoy this one too.
Originally posted on Medium
About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.