I'm Sorry Daddy

Daddy I’m a whore

You knew the first boy I kissed

He didn’t know me

Daddy I’m a whore

The second boy I kissed did it as a joke

It got a lot of laughs

Daddy I’m a whore

The next boy I kissed did it in the back of a car that wasn’t his own

He was too rough with me

I still went down on him, even so

Me and my friends joke about him sometimes Daddy

I don’t remember his name

Daddy I’m a whore

The next boy I kissed in my new bed

I thought he liked me

But he didn’t, he made that clear

Daddy I’m a whore

The next boy I kissed took my virginity

I still haven’t told him

I think he knows

Daddy I’m a whore

The boy after took me on a date

My very first date

I still had scars from the boy who took my virginity

I wore a scarf

He was sloppy and pushed me when we kissed

I think he’s the reason the security guard doesn’t like me

Daddy I’m a whore

The next was a man

We met to have sex, nothing more

Because I’m a whore Daddy

He said we should have a bed

I said we didn’t need one and he agreed

Daddy I’m a whore

After him I met a lawyer

He was kind and slow

At first, he was mean once I asked him to be

I refused to stay in his bed

He took me to the subway

Daddy I’m a whore

The next boy I kissed I lied to

I was a kid and he didn’t know it

He was soft and sweet

He held me

I will kiss more boys Daddy

And I hope that I can still make you proud

I’m sorry Daddy

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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