Welcome to Poetry.com

Poetry.com is a huge collection of poems from famous and amateur poets from around the world — collaboratively published by a community of authors and contributing editors.

Navigate through our poetry database by subjects, alphabetically or simply search by keywords. You can submit a new poem, discuss and rate existing work, listen to poems using voice pronunciation and even translate pieces to many common and not-so-common languages.

My Babysitter Raped Me

When I was just a boy
I had this dream of aliens and green things
My mother wasn't home
She had to work so my sisters and I could eat
She hired a babysitter
In her teens
She was mean and

My, My, My Ba- Babysitter raped me
My, My, My Ba- Babysitter raped me
She bit me on the ear
She licked me oh so dear
But, she raped me

And then my mother beat me
And then I grew too big. see?
I lived inside a bubble of my dreams
And then I learned of airplanes
b*llsh*t!, With their war games
That's when I took the only way to see

and that was
My, My, My, Ba-Babysitter raped me
My, My, My, Ba-Babysitter raped me
She took me to the sea
Left me with broken dreams
'Cause she raped me
  and that's not funny

My babysitter raped me
And now I've learned to live with broken bones
My babysitter raped me
I've been the king, I was the pawn, I'm clean
When my big sister teased me
It could have been a daydream
But what I know, life's been mean to me

and I'm tellin' ya
My, My, My Ba-Babysitter raped me
My, My, My Ba-Babysitter raped me
She bit me in the ear
She licked me oh so dear
And she raped me

I told my mommy Dee
About her new employee
That babysitter worked this week for free
She took off to Missouri
Forgot to say goodbye to me
She can live there
I can live with me

but I don't know why
My, My, My Ba-Babysitter raped me
My, My, My Ba-Babysitter raped me
Why oh why oh me
Spank me spank me please
'Cause my babysitter raped me
ooooooooh she raped me
Rate this poem:(0.00 / 0 votes)
Font size:
Collection  Edit     

Submitted on September 06, 2012

1:32 min read

David Ehrgott Claim this poet

There are two types of words in the english language. A: the written word and B: the spoken word. There once was a time that they mirrored each other. Unfortunately, the higher learning schools today concentrate on what makes them the most money. Which is: professional sports learning. Thus, destroying what once was a proper education. Since the spoken word will now never reflect the written word, we must change the written word to reflect the spoken word. Because people just don't talk like dat no mo'. more…

All David Ehrgott poems | David Ehrgott Books

FAVORITE (1 fan)

Discuss this David Ehrgott poem with the community:



    Find a translation for this poem in other languages:

    Select another language:

    • - Select -
    • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
    • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
    • Español (Spanish)
    • Esperanto (Esperanto)
    • 日本語 (Japanese)
    • Português (Portuguese)
    • Deutsch (German)
    • العربية (Arabic)
    • Français (French)
    • Русский (Russian)
    • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
    • 한국어 (Korean)
    • עברית (Hebrew)
    • Gaeilge (Irish)
    • Українська (Ukrainian)
    • اردو (Urdu)
    • Magyar (Hungarian)
    • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
    • Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Italiano (Italian)
    • தமிழ் (Tamil)
    • Türkçe (Turkish)
    • తెలుగు (Telugu)
    • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
    • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
    • Čeština (Czech)
    • Polski (Polish)
    • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Românește (Romanian)
    • Nederlands (Dutch)
    • Ελληνικά (Greek)
    • Latinum (Latin)
    • Svenska (Swedish)
    • Dansk (Danish)
    • Suomi (Finnish)
    • فارسی (Persian)
    • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
    • հայերեն (Armenian)
    • Norsk (Norwegian)
    • English (English)


    Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:


    "My Babysitter Raped Me" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2021. Web. 25 Jun 2021. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/79112/my-babysitter-raped-me>.

    We need you!

    Help us build the largest poetry community and poems collection on the web!

    Browse Poetry.com


    Are you a poetry master?

    A poem that has no rhyme is called ________.
    • A. free verse
    • B. a ballad
    • C. a limerick
    • D. a song

    Our favorite collection of

    Famous Poets