Bad Girl

by: Vickie Lamb

I’m a bad, bad girl
I done things I can’t even describe
things I had to do just to survive
things I been doing since I was five

I got hot, hot flesh
flesh that burns the souls of innocent men
making them come back again and again
making me do things I know are a sin

I think dark, dark thoughts
thoughts about men who keep coming around
wishing them dead and buried deep, deep down
evil thoughts I don’t dare think out loud

I got big, big doubts
doubts about grown-ups who don’t see or hear
a small, broken child, face covered in tears
doubts about God being anywhere near.

I cry sad, sad tears
tears ’cause I’m tired but afraid to go home
tears for the sins I can never atone
tears for the bad girl who cries all alone.