Daddy my hands are little so little and i twist them in fear because you are coming Daddy and you’re, oh, so big You’re coming to get me and I cannot hide I just have to sit here and wait huddled in the corner of my bed with my little hands while you terrorize me with the step of your foot and the slap of your belt tell me, Daddy? how is it at 31 with hands no longer small my heart beats so fast while I write this poem Share this:PrintTwitterLinkedInFacebookTumblrEmailPinterestRedditLike this:Like Loading... September 10, 2009 1
Aladdin’s Lamp This piece on the trauma of spanking has been relocated to my parenting site. Click here to read. Share this:PrintTwitterLinkedInFacebookTumblrEmailPinterestRedditLike this:Like Loading... September 10, 2009 1
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