Dear daddy, I tacked this letter    to your front door to tell you a story about a little girl who resend you.    She loved you but couldn't    take the abuse.    Why did you force her to touch you?    Why did you make her hurt so bad?    I can remember waking up in a    pool of my own blood.    I would scream and nobody would come to help me.    You'd poke my eyes and    beat me beyond recognition,    and I would scream for so long,    "oh! no! daddy! no! help me!"    Daddy I warn you, don't turn around now.   There's a gun at your head and you're    gonna die.    love, vanessa.