A bath is not just a bath for an abused , scared little girl
Taking a bath as a nine year old
Seems like a very simple task
You sit naked in the warm water
And soak in the moment
You and your rubber ducky
Clean up from the dirty day
Wishing all your fears away
My baths were more complicated
With each brush of water
Running over my body
I had only one question
Was there a baby in my belly?
I would push my belly in and out
I would wonder what my baby was doing
I was just a baby myself
I was scared to death
Could my baby be taking a breath
I knew about the birds and bees
But only part of the story
The unknown part was my saving grace
But sitting in the bath each night
I was filled with childish fright
Why me
Why me
Why me
Why was I chosen for this life
I wanted to die
All I could do was cry
Tomorrow was another day
If there was no baby today
Tomorrow was never too far away