My Daughter's Poem (?)
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R. Burrow
Friday, May 16, 2008
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A poem about Dr. Cantrell (name changed to protect the guilty), the child psychologist my daughter had seen for three years. He subjected her to extreme psychological abuse, and even molested her on several occasions. She suffers damage to her psyche, emotionally and mentally, to this day. When my daughter was thirteen, she wrote this poem about Cantrell. I think she'd be pleased if I posted it. It was therapeutic for her to write it.
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Mr. Cantrell, you really smell,
You're a piece of shit
And you live with it.
And if you touch my son,
Or go near my daughter,
I'll have you killed
Like a pig at a slaughter.
So, farewell you scumbag Cantrell,
Why don't you go to hell?
And good riddance,
You lowlife.
***BE CAREFUL WHERE YOU SEND YOUR CHILDREN FOR COUNSELING OR PSYCHOTHERAPY. I WAS NAIVE AND TOO QUICK TO TRUST***
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