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“You owe it to me” He says, with a genuine tone “Come with me girl Keep me company Don’t you leave me all alone” “No”
don't touch me again. get your tiny, sweaty hands off of me i want your Axe body spray smell mixed with B.O. out of my nose i can never go to the park again not after what happened on the bridge
BEFORE YOU READ THIS PEOM INVOLVES RAPE Look down Keep your phone out "Take" a call That way he won't go after you. Don't look Don't smile Don't laugh
It's been months without seeing his face, How he smiled a little too wide, His teeth sharp with appetite. It's been months without hearing his voice, How he spoke a little too quietly,
Dang it all why does inspiration come at two oh three am? I'm listening to the wind blow Grandma’s wooden wind chimes together to the tickticktick
Like emotion and color Time is a lie It puts into perspective Death and Life Black and White Night and Day
Her unseeing eyes see me, More clearly than I could ever have dreamed. Her kindness envelops me like sunlight, Chasing away terrors that have haunted me since the day
There once was a woman, with skin like cream and features fair, with eyes of emerald green; with a robust body and fine gold hair.
So Zeus, you claim to be the man A man who has slain as many of His enemies in the football field as He do to the women who are “blessed” to sleep in his bed.
Alone in the dark, yet brave Given the power, you've adapted and slaved. to the hateful men, and the judgemental stares. They've taken your innocence And turned you into tears,
“will you marry me, Hera?” “no means no, Zeus. i’ve seen how you are with other girls and i’m not interested.” he smiled at her
Medusa wasn't cursed she was protected her Goddess wanted to give her the world but when men take without mercy Athena did what she thought best even if Medusa was hurting
Tokens Every boy I know has left a piece of them in my life And Some have taken chunks of my mental Emotional Sanctifying being Replaced by materials Tokens
feminism /ˈfeməˌnizəm/ noun
“It’s not rape if you like it” a sentence created from arrogance ”it’s not rape if you like it” a sentence formed by the uneducated “it’s not rape if you like it” do you mean arousal non-concordance
As I look up into the night sky I think of your gorgeous smile Honestly it makes me want to cry But I’ll hold on for a little while ~
silent wont talk she just nods scared to speak up she wants to be heard but knows nobodys ever truly listening she tries to trust but shes struggling
Panic is a bathroom sink, Grime-covered and overflowing, Tearing the skin off my hands With its vicious heat splashing, Burning cold through spilled ink.
Today I dyed my arm red I drained myself of life I sat under the stars and took a gasping breath Tomorrow I will wake and repeat the same morning I will never have the same morning
Monster, I used to love you And you told me you loved me You told me you loved learning about the stars
are you high?
What would people think of you if you showed them what you showed me?
Don’t wanna waste my life, writing all these love songs…. Refuse to be wasting away, smattered on this page, Like a salesman the thoughts of you won't go away,
Common Pain The young woman traumatized The events that guided taught her lessons about life Rich in memories and lessons, while others are broke
Do you know how frustrating it is, To be criss-crossed, Overturned, Outnumbered, By men who don’t see my worth?
Never expected his hands to grab there, Invading my body that parasite, His arm on my throat I could catch no air, He would never hurt me he wouldn’t bite.
Firm hands, from shadows on the wall. Firm no’s, from girls around nightfall. I promised to protect you all. Don’t touch, These artifacts are rare. Don’t look, It’s really rude to stare,
A useless flower on Valentine’s Day Red to paint her lovers name as tainted as the love he gave Roses have thorns but men have blades He grabbed my wrists and cut my veins
Speak Up, Speak Out silence is emptiness emptiness left by our own inaction inaction leads to no where Speak Up, Speak Out nothing said is nothing done why wait years Speak Up, Speak Out
they say its normal for a teenage girl to feel not at home in her body it’s a great change in scenery
I needed you like I needed a cigarette. Like tar to my lungs, you poisoned my life. I was only 17 and thought, "This is what love is"... It was more like drowning.
The silence grips my heart Hangs over me like a dark group of clouds just waiting to rain Don’t speak. Don’t speak. I tell myself
Am I tainted now? I’m asking out of curiosity. My darling, sweet child of mine, Don’t blame yourself for this act of atrocity. A twisted man crossed the line,
My body, MY Body. It’s funny to think about when for the longest time it didn’t feel like mine Now when I trace my fingers across my arms, i am a stranger to this skin This skin is filthy , dirty.
i go to a beautiful university with an amazing campus breath-taking views nooks and crannies it’s so small i cross all of them daily the only problem with going to a beautiful university
I used to convince myself that I was a midnight snack That I was something that people took, with or without permission I was something that the person who took was ashamed of
To forget would be a blessing, to remember, a curse. Remember how he held my shoulders down covered my screams with a sweaty palm, ripping all pride from my body. I felt rage as he plunged through my body,
A girl just the age of seven Encountered a man He said "This will be heaven" Sneaking into her room at night after her mom was in bed Again and again, broken down and violated in her bed
My sister did not say a word, Her silence has words burning inside her throat, She wouldn't talk, she will cry. Her lips were dried, It wore a dark rose, like letter on a wreath,
I hurt because of youThe pain I felt when you hurt meThe anger that followed what you didI could never understand why you did these things to meI was 12, Just beginning lifeAnd you took it from meHow is this fair to me??I hurt everyday because you
She was a woman of virtue A true gem A diamond in the rough And just as tough
You say I shouldn’t be afraid of Men; Because when my first boyfriend raped me, He obviously didn't mean it.
I didn’t ask for your approval. I didn’t ask for you to be my mirror on the wall. I didn’t ask for your comments as I crossed the street. I didn’t ask for your filthy cat call.
When your childhood music teacher shows up on the people you may know tag on Facebook You suddenly feel so little again I click on a picture of him
bodily betrayal my fault still inside me years after the assault complicated nonconsent complicated discontent wasn’t drugged
All I want is to be free. free of the demons that haunt my nights Laughing in glee as my eyes droop down. His face fades into place like the cheshire cat.
you ever get that gut feeling? achy but accurate. eyes travelling to his, bile rising in waves striking the shore of my mouth. taste as putrid as
You wanted to screw me over? Tear me open to tear me apart. Well, guess what? You’re the only one getting that part. I’ve got wit, class, skill, Ready for the kill. You’ve got charm, lies, an arsenal
I’ve heard of guys like you my entire life The type to dumpster dive Instead of revive There were times I wished I’d died If I died, you would’ve taken everything Including my voice
What does it even mean to be human? The way we touch and see He thought I couldn't see him Thought I couldn't feel him I Am Him He did this to me He is the reason I am so angry
Embark on a journey to nowhere and find it easily. Now look up the side of a mountain and be blinded "Rage Rage against the dying of the light"-Dylan Thomas. I covered my eyes and was brought to a familiar dark sky.
I look normal, I believe, Hungry eyes of a frightened girl stealing moments of weakness in the dark by herself in the night. I believe they don't see it, Most of the time I try to pretend it does not exist.
SOMEDAY. WHEN THE SUN AND RAIN ARE TOO TIRED TO WAKE. I'LL STILL BE THERE.
The body remembers what the mind forgets. Forgets, you say?Oh, no, no, never. No way. Locked away.Maybe to resurface someday, when the momentSeems safe enough to allow what was held at bayto return.
They say sorry. They say sorry... They say sorry Sorry SORRY!They always say they are so sorry. Even when it's not there fault. Even if they don't mean it.
It’s supposed to be a fun night Dancing with friends Hitting on strangers Having a little too much to drink
You were my best friend Or at least I'd like to pretend But i guess every story has two sides I remember that morning you were more than just my friend,
It's been 2 years, 8 months, 25 days since i felt your hands Since your hands were on my hips. I can still feel them. I can still feel how your fingers dug into my skin.
How am I supposed to move on? Your everywhere I go I don’t like the darkness anymore I’m scared I’ll see you I don’t like dreaming
When I was 5 years old, my mom said be yourself What she didn’t know back then, who I was got put on a shelf A shelf full of crazy ass dreams
Hands. Toutching my arms, gripping the skin so rough that my fingers tingle. Chest. On top of mine, crushing what I had of "boobs' Eyes. Dark and full of evil, they store deeply into mine warning me of what they was capable of.
Claiming sadness to be all your own Your only comfort in life, the sorrow you've known. Could anyone know the tear as well as you? Be seduced by the pain, as it cuts your heart in two?
You lay on your floor wating waiting waiting for your phone to charge It's dark she's asleep at the foot of the bed be quiet I hang my hands over the edge of the bed our fingers graze
I am a slut And I refuse to believe that Women have a right to their bodies I realize this may be a shock, but Saying “Don’t Get Raped,” rather than “Don’t Rape” Is a lie, and
Dear Demon, You know who you are. You know what you have done to me. Yet it does not bother you any, but as for me
Another black man is killed Another trans kid commits suicide Another woman is sexually harassed Aren't we just statistics In the sadistic game of life?
To the little boy in a grown man's body: no stop i don't want you there your hands in my hair they're cold and unwelcome my soul has a tear caress my cheek with ice on your thumb
Dear twelve year old me,
To the man who took the most precious thing a young girl could have... You cut me so deep inside that I may never heal properly from this. All I wanted to do was just cry my heart out for how much pain I was in.
she tried to walk near lampposts believing that the light will protect her from being a prey her glasses reflecting the light creating shadows and within her mind
To my ex-lover, or, perhaps, “lover” is too generous You were my friend first, and then we were more. And even though we lost contact, we came back to each other
You tore her apart for your own joy,Her soul lies vacant and fragile,Yet she faces the axe for getting raped,As no case can be filed.
Do you remember that old concrete house? All the twisted and skinny roads you had to take. The roads all frail and muddy and uneven. Can you smell the distinct alcohol rub
The coldness you would put me through would make me appreciate the warmth you straightened me with You thought i would bend You thought i would yearn for your approval as i did as a child
I forgot who I was after I first shattered. When grasping for some desperate way to connect was all that mattered. Before I lost hope and spent years floating face down in the water,
Dear people who think my body is theirs, My body is a temple A temple so beautiful and strong but you choose to break in without my consent and leave my temple broken and bruised.
Dear boy, You're not a man. A man does not hurt women A man does not manipulate A man does not use social media platforms to harrass an individual A man does not make me say #MeToo A man loves women
I can still feel you. I can still feel your touch, your arms around my waist, Your hands around my neck.
Dear the boy who took advantage of my love:
The life in him runs under the skin, under my hand, running through the splotches, smelling up into my nose
Dear Mother, Hello, I just wanted to say you aren't a mother. I mean a mother couldnt do what you did to me could she? You left me in the streets so you can get high.
I almost told you the other day. About 4 times to be exact. It was on the tip of my tongue but for some reason, my teeth grit and pushed it back into my throat each and every time.
She got up She walked to the bathroom, head spinning This was supposed to be a team thing but only one was winning She needed to look in the mirror but simply could not
Rape lasts longer than a moment,Rape burns an imprint into the self.Rape strips more than the outsideIt thieves the words from your frightened mouth.It makes you think you are different,Like you’re deserving of this sin.It cripples up the bodyIt f
I held a rose today I grasped its thorns aggressively My ring finger was pricked As if nature had told me, “She is far too exquisite to be tainted by those who do not understand
To the boys who raped my best friend, You didn't know why she was on the bus that day so I'll tell you She went to lay flowers at her best friend’s grave She didn't know you would be laying her in her own
Before you cry Evict your emotions and let them play Among the demons that call you friend Unsightly before those you love Terrified at the hands of your captor Imagine a better world
He smiled at me and said 'here, take this' It was a happy little pill of his and it would feel bliss I smiled and gave him a kiss saying, 'thank you baby' But what happened next forever will drive me crazy
This girl I knew once, She said it started with a close friend someone she thought she could trust. She was young and naïve so young, everything had become black and dark
This girl I knew once, She said it started with a close friend someone she thought she could trust. She was young and naïve so young, everything had become black and dark
Our poor, poor Queen. Folks say she’ll swallow you in one big gulp, But she cannot eat if she’s beaten to a pulp. Her nipples are swollen from her own ravenous descent, And corporate banks fuck her without consent.
To My Mother Momma he beats me. What do you want for dinner? Leftovers sound fine. To My Lover Abroad Tell me you love me. Remember the ferry ride?
When you rape someone, You take more than their innocence, You take their life, Not physically, But mentally,Every corner is a fear,Every person they walk by is you, Every time they get close to someone,They fear the comments that come from tellin
Daddy, I’m scared. There’s a monster under my bed. And i hear his claws and his deep growl. Daddy, I’m scared. But you’re my brave knight!
When I was 10, While brushing my teeth I noticed my gums bleeding- And my mother told me That it was just bad blood leaving the body. That I’m doing such a good job, At respecting myself.
Because I loved you I kept quite Because I loved you I didn’t fight it Because I loved you I did what he said When he said it Because I loved you I am one in five women
am I dead to you yet you almost killed me that last time when my eyes glazed over and you fucked me anyway This poem is about breaking Because you loved me. this body is riddled with breaks
Blair A beautiful wonderful, girl who needed someone. But there was no one. Alone. Forgotten. And seemingly worthless. Abandoned at birth and taken by strangers.
I am not her I do not have the effortless waves that fall below her shoulders The works of art created that exceeds any previously set expectations The good grades Top athlete awards Perfect social status
Then she came home. She came home, she saw the bruises on my arms. She came home and cayght every flinch, every inflection of my voice. Every time I apologized, she caught it.
It was March. As always, I got home late. But this time, this time, my head was sore, hair pulled prodded yanked, as a handle for my apparently convenient mouth. I reeked of Kingsport.
stop referring to my body as a temple because temples get desecrated and stolen from and i can’t lose anymore of myself. my roots are still reaching out to take back the things you’ve stolen from me.
i gave you a chance and you took it you made me feel beautiful and wanted for the first time in a long time i craved your attention i caught myself in a trap i had been in before
He is an aged man He has an aged mind His memory is paved His wife can only sigh He only ever stands in attention His hands constantly salute Many people feel guilt to mention
I love you I love you tooForever?Forever PromiseHe walked me to my class Kissed my innocent lips He was late to classI got out and there he was Smiling happy He had practice after school I waited He texted mePractice was terrible, againHe was madK
Leaf falling down a tree A whole life attached to a native bough Clingstone to freestone, pinnate to palmate, Persistent untill the wind sets it free, Far from crown it goes now Hate's leaf scar on its state
I am a girl. I am a woman. My sex is girl. I am powerful. I am worthy. In this man made world, I am sturdy. I will not let you look at me any less than you look at yourself. I am amazing. I will NOT LET YOU BELITTLE
Once upon a time, there was a maiden named Snow White She lived in a castle where she wasn’t treated right Snow White ran away When her stepmother told her not to stay
Dear Snow, You probably don't remember me. I'm the last dwarf- Silence. Doesn't really roll off the tongue like the others, you know. Now when my brothers first brought you home,
The early morning of this day, I never imagined it would start this way, My phone rings the joy of a friend, My sleepy smile slowly descends. His silent cries were painful to hear,
Hypnotized by the reality, Still after soo many years, My Misty eyes remained silent. The susurration only had confirmed my doubts. The memories still haunting me all night.
She prowls her home, always on guard Forever weary of intruders, of invaders, of men coming inside. Remembering the one she had foolishly let in So long ago now, but far too soon to forget. Always too soon to forget
A sweet young flower a delicate Rose dancing in the April shower learning as she grows A man drunk with lust came from behind hid in the shadows her peace and dreams he crushed
Eyes heavy, body trembling, nightmares vast. She's harassed by the forecast of the past. Demons disguised in the form of lovers Until she discovered their true colors. She was used and abused,
You are crawling through her veins She will always remember you- her first. Her only. Never will she ever be able to compare her lovers to you, because you are crawling through her veins.
Once upon a time There lived a girl in the depths of Nacogdoches Dirty blonde hair and teeth with holes She smelled of an ash tray Death Her skin tainted as if she worked the furnace room
Tell me masculine man, Are you even sorry? Are you proud? Are you heartless? Look at me, Look at my features... Do you remember these eyes?
Him Twisted, violent Charming, sickening, terrifying The reason I can't sleep anymore Mort
My mother got me pepper spray for Christmas and at the time I scoffed. She told me she just wants me to be safe and I asked what from; she just gave me THAT LOOK. Every time I go running I strap it to my arm.
To the man who took my innocence: To the man, Im sorry that gives you too much credit, to the boy who took my innocence when I was only 13 I remember that first day all too clearly
Will you remember the way you made me hate myself? Will you remember the tears I cried from your continuous cheating? Well I remember the scars you left, Stabs into the heart as you degrade me of my worth,
America was made To be great. From the small towns to businesses, It was all so great. Until one day settlers came along. From Columbus to Addams, They started out strong.
Things the men in my life have said to me: "Yo girl, how you doin" When I didn't respond, he repeated himself Like I needed to be told again to respond to men "Yo girl, bring that ass over here"
He was always a sucker for a pretty face They're always a sucker for a pretty face He took me to a place and fed me full of liquor and drugs He watched as I got sick on myself He got me a glass of water
I was born from drug addicted parents, but no one saw me. I father killed himself when I was at the age of two, but no one saw me. My mother was mentally ill and abusive, but no one saw me.
Welcome to my country My home and my land My pride and joy My country The place of freedom
Stop- (of an event, action, or process) come to an end cease to happenStop- To come to an endStop- To come toStop- an end
And I see him in someone's sideways smirk, someone's endless brown eyes, someone's smile when they laugh.
America isn't great, nor, will it ever be because We sexualize young women but tell them to wait until marriage. she cringed every time your fingertips traced down her back, pulling her closer to you.
I tried to list out all the problems in society. But there are so many in this country. Racists and Rapists run rampant, Some even run for office And they get elected.
America the Great, America the Free, Right? If we’re so great, Why am I scared Of the shackles of student loans?
America the beautiful, the broken The late night party, he takes advantage When she wakes up, she feels the damage There are no repercussions for his evil deed
They call it the land of Suburbia, Where I can live the rest of my days without worry. There is no Violence. No thought of War. No one thinks,
Your tiny hands rap around my throat. They reach and grope like hangman's rope to break a neck already broke. snap crack and smash these sinews That hold my head up in the sky.
When the president promises to make America great again, Which America is he referring to? Is it the one, Built on the backs of immigrants The one,
There's a song in the streets. It's right below our feet. We choose to ignore it. We all learn to take a hit. There's a child screaming mercy. The President's a controversy.
I saw you, Once in a dream, twice with a scream. You stood there watching, Praying. Waiting. I was there playing, Singing, hoping. Like fairies on a flower, We danced on short legs,
When I was seventeen, I had a friend With sparkling eyes and a contagious smile She had a fire for life and goals to achieve Two men ripped away her aspirations
ORIGINAL BUT NOT ABOUT ME It's been seven years Seven years since this hard knotted feeling in my stomach started
abortion abandoned kid, don't you know what you've done? why, why, why? don't you want to be a mom? maybe it wasn't your choice, no maybe it was God's rape did not take your voice
Her eyes, So deeply unsettling, As I watched The tragedy unfold. Her hair, Tangled in his fist, Was used
Dear Daughter, The strange man who you called father was only looking to bruise you at night
It all started when I was nine years old daddy saw a body instead of his little girl he jumped right on it and didn't realize that was my first moment of being traumatized now mamma wanna ask what we did for holidays
Hello! I am new to this and this is my first poem. The grammar isn't perfect and I'm not sure if this was the best way to set it out but please give me feedback on what you think :-)
I had not known mercy. 18 years of abuse cheated out of love care protection sanity. The asylum didn't know mercy either. March was cruel with
From the vibrations of my screams to caper-colored bruises you denied me to be all women, a Woman in passion Woman in tears Woman with smiles Woman and proud.
A girl says “no” when she’s sober And she “just needs to relax” A girl says “no” when she’s sober She’s a bitch, a tease with a stick up her ass A girl says “no” when she’s drunk
"My rapist doesn't know he's a rapist. You taught him that it wasn't his fault - I drank too much, Flirted too much & wore tight shorts. He left me in a parking garages staircase.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry I told my mom when you touched me down there. You were only 7 and I was 8
It was all one big jump back in time. And those bad people, All the bad they did, And there she was helpless. Doing what she do best. Taking "it"
i have this bad habit where i bite my tongue until its sides turn white with death and my mouth tastes metallic i have this bad habit
Don't shoot the messenger Unless she's a woman Don't shoot the mesenger Unless her skin has become an invitation They scream at her She knows they're just words That couldn't be possibly understood
I sat there waiting to be hugged by the sweet arms of death. I sat there awaiting the clock to strike twelve and for my fairytale to end.
The first time I heard the word rape was when I was 12 from my 11 year old niece. She told me she had been raped by her neighbor a man she knew for years.
I fucked a man my best Sunday dress the very Sunday i claimed a curse the sin of gospel hymns chatter a sweet delight of sour broth of mourns and clatter
She DEFILED herself! Body pains, sunken eyes, flaky, sore, bleeding lips and her body as cold as ice. She chugged the water to silence the rumbling of her stomach as she walked out the door. She gave all the right answers and was
That girl you just made derogatory comments to, Doesnt want you. She didn't dress in any way for you. Although it probably doesn't shake her, As young girl she's had heard it too
Mommy lost her virginity at sixteen. Or maybe seventeen. She doesn't really remember anymore. She doesn't remember much of that day, actually. That was a stuffy little town.
You can say what you want I still remember As if i fucking want to the floor butter and dried up soda, behind movie screen
When I was born When I was a baby I was the purest I could be in the eyes of society but now that I’m older now that I’ve gained wisdom
Warm night clinched by melodious laughter, As I wade through life like water, Is my last memory as someone's innocent daughter. Bright lights, dark shadows, Is the last thing my body knows,
You raped me.Blatantly. Unapologetically.Impetuously.You raped me.You deprived me of me.You have created the epitome-I am the embodiment of everything I despise.
I never understood what she saw in you Your heavy brow and cold eyes and your rapacious disposition
I wake to the sound of silenceThe absence of my screamingThe absence of your shoutsThe absence of my bed squeakingThe absence o your moans.There are no violent rips of clothingNo slimy lick of the tongue
the boiling water descends flowing over the skin your handsran down.bullets spew from the shower headlike a machine gunmowing down my enemythat hides in my curvesbut with its horrible accuracy
Born into a sheltered home, no worry met my gaze. From divorce to death, so many a time, and yet my smile stayed. I understood what others said, from every time they teased. Yet still I smiled a crooked smile, letting the worst befall on me.
I'm going to tell you a story. It's about a girl who thought she was extraordinary.
The night he took my innocence. Was the night everything changed. His shirt had been my favorite color, A color that I can no longer bare to see. His laugh, So pure and happy,
The rose is mineI cherished itIt's something sacred and uniqueSome give it up so fastGive it away at any momentTo a boy or a girl
The rose is mineI cherished itIt's something sacred and uniqueSome give it up so fastGive it away at any momentTo a boy or a girl
On March 19th I went to a party accompanied by my first love; my soul getter I trusted him This man I equated as an angel on earth So when I drank too much
dont be too fat dont be too thin for gods sake dont be so loud you are too quiet dont be a tease why are you such a prude dont be a ditz let me lecture you on your doctorate
He came over eyes livid jaw clenched, chin forward body stiff. a tiger waiting to pounce I watched
When I was 17 I was raped and ever since I’ve been saying “yes” even when I want to say “no” because I don’t know how to say “no” without being afraid that he won’t know “no means no.”
I let my breath goPlease don’t let me be a statisticI cry into my mothers arms, the first time I told her of my abuse.I refuse.I will not let someone else feel what I have felt.
We met when I was beautiful and strong: a sight to behold, but you decided to be jealous-- I guess you own me. We met when I was young and foolish: my head full of dreams,
(i’m going to tell you a story today, a story that reads like a nursery rhyme that’s how common it is, and i’m going to tell you all the parts, all the facets of it that show a different picture like the faces on a diamond slowly turning
Teacup. Clarinet. Napkin. The places I leave my mark define me. If I want to put my stain on the inside of a football helmet, LET ME.
You can think in a blink, But you better not wink. Don't scow at the Polaroids, I know you're annoyed. You didn't want to be there, Because lets face it you don't really care.
Time pasts and people stay still. You can’t change someone, if their heart is made of steel. That is the truth, And I know it hurts, But don’t push yourself because it never works.
The day he left was the day it all started That day I decided to tread into waters uncharted. I acknowledged how fun it was to be a sight that men drool to see
I am not an object. Sexualize, fantasize, All for your pleasure.
Shadows, Acrosss the field, Across the meadow, Across the lawn and across the room, As the adults yawn and the children snore. Lollipops, gumdrops, Nightmares and blessed dreams,
Poppies asunder put me under;A slumber bathed in deep, dark umber, Oneiroi aplenty approach me there;Company where there exists no air. Poppies given to me by you;Poisonous mixture, a warlock's brew.
She sat there waiting. Waiting outside the school. Her phone died and she had no contact with no one. Her parents had to work late, they couldnt get a hold of her.
A 16 year old girl, innocently dancing to the music of love BLANK She awakes to feel her body ache
I didn't know I didn't know It's not my fault but I should have known. I was there I saw it all I watched you fall and I didn't care. And now I live
I called you friend. Played XBox and swam in crystal blue pools, we laughed as we splashed We beat summer time heat with movies and card games and cheese quesadillas. I told you about the loneliness I felt
Your voice pollutes my ears. Your presence sickens me. I hate you. Die a thousand deaths Return to hell where you belong. For all eternity. Pure evil should be destroyed.
He pours scalding water over your wounds boiling you from the outside in. His words are poison soap grating off layers of the world
“I know not how to smile anymore” silently she said, Glancing over nightmares of that night’s equation Of her already messed-up schedule as ugly as a raid. Being raped wasn’t part of her ideal life formation.
He touched my skin And whispered my name like it belonged to him Like I belonged to himSo I'll pray now
My mind is not my own. I gave it away piece by piece - tied it up in a ribbon with bits of my beating heart and put it at the feet of a girl whose love was a pair of spiked cleats.
When I told him what he did, He told me he always just had wanted to treat me like princess. Obviously the one he had in mind was the originally Sleeping Beauty, Where she is raped by the king in her sleep,
This isn't me I am out here I am not here This body I don't know Whose it is He came in daylight He came as a friend He came as a game That I didn't know
chloroform kisses and he cradled my cranium in his fists; firefliesat the edges of vision:baptise the incision betweenmy thighs and he tells meto love it- shoved inlike nails on the palms
"You Motherfucker" She said as she let the darkness within her That she suppressed and kept hidden for so long, awaken. Rendering him powerless with every word she spoke.
What part of "no" did you not understand? Are you really that incopetent, man? You had me convinced afterwards that it was all in my head. That I was making this up
Not loving you? Why, that's too easy Like painting in black and blue Like counting to thirteen Starting with one, two
They see the shiny outside,the one that looks brand new.They see the gloss and all they think is“That’s what I want, too.”
you peer savagely leering, strings of pearls dripping from your gaping clamshell mouth like spit spit the words on the back of my legs whistling linger fingers on car horns
He asked for my consent once Which apparently meant he could go as far as he wanted From that moment on. I didn't necessarily tell him to go further but I didn't refuse it.
Breathing His hot breath on my neck, he’s Deceiving those around him Skin crawling, tears falling Blows to the ribs, blows to the thighs
Senior Year 17 and 18 year old punk kids Who used to be prodigies, geniuses, beyond their years We were told we were so smart
we're dead while living. we're living but not breathing we were alive before being born, we grow without growing we see without seeing we hear but not everything we know
If you’re going to uplift her, uplift her. Don’t think because you made her feel special, she’ll sleep with you quicker. Or that because your money's tight, and you look alright,
I’ve sat in this hospital bed for days Wondering, contemplating, thinking, Believing Maybe I belong here. Maybe I am as crazy as you say I am. Maybe I was asking for it.
The strand of pearls slipped off her Neck and slowly made way to the floor The pulse in her head the voice in her Mind not to scream nor to yell The innocence of he adolescent Heart and mind tainted You deserved it you asked for It keep your head
A woman says no, “I will not sleep with you,” and a man goes on a lethal shooting spree and kills the neighbors.
She called at four am. Sobbing into the phone, we were both barely past ten. He had touched her with his sweaty hands, and looked at her with his lustful eyes. He had ripped her out of bed,
You can't protect them. You can't change the inevitable. You couldn't my fate Mom. You couldn't change my fate Dad. Everything that happened, God, it was bad.
I would not give you the pleasure of Killing you in your sleep. I would be making it too easy for you. You definitely didn't give me the pleasure. My eyes were wide open. I witnessed every moment.
Waking up to you is like discovering a foreign place. I trace every birthmark on your skin to find your face. I was a vast land, long forgotten and claimed my none. Curious eyes reached beyond the horizon, it had begun.
I was with a couple friends of friends one day
As I release you from my life , for the first time, I can breathe.
Please don't touch me For I'm afraid Of all the things you'll somehow see And the fact that I'll be made The truth is simple And it goes as thus There is no kind touch that may lull
When did everyone's problems become mine? A week before, I was just a friend and not a counselor I was a kid with a smile and shoulder to offer
I am a survivor One of many Same story different writing So how am I unique? I could go on and on I am a survivor of domestic violence I had Daddy Issues
My heart leaps up, Not in fondness, But in fear. Over a year of Abuse and Rape. Too scared to leave. Too scared to stay. Bravery came at last And I was finally free!
801-456-1234. That's the nuymber he'll get when he asks her out because nowadays it's safer to make up a phone number than to turn a man down.
Just a 5 year old kid Growing for a seed Full of curiosity Doing things innocently A teenager boy Finding someone who'll be his next toy So he asked the kid to play
Do you believe me now? Now that I'm telling the whole world about this crime? - The First Thing: Why didn't you yell?
The way you touched my skin made me tremble. Your cold fingers swiftly carresing my cheek. The way your hands grabbed me from behind I never thought one look would keep me silent
Feeling of the hot tensions rubbing against my chest, laying down popped in the back seat n cruze 20 11.
He pokes and prods me with his latex fingers.
"Shut up you slut! You like this! You love it!" She screamed into my ear Hot fiery breath As if she ate hell for breakfast And fucked me for desert I hated her I wanted her gone
Something I'll never forget,
The longest journey Is finding joy. And it's hard to find In one certain boy. To use a cliche, He's been through hell, And things aren't going To turn out well. Everything is a trigger,
I know a girl who was raped RIpped from her concious state She was drugged. She was above the age of concent But still underage by the law. He was an adult. Guess that goes to show,
I am here to represent all thos
Little girl walking down the street
The pretty girl walked through the park with her boyfriend. Disclaimer I am not pretty Disclaimer I didn't walk, I ran Disclaimer It wasn't a park, it was a dark alley Disclaimer
Depression and anxiety,Those things that try to come back to me.O and that PTSD,
To say I was in awe at the sightOf my young sister slipping through the fetid hands of a devilWould be putting it lightlyA fetus twisted and kicked inside me
1, 6, 44, 18, 3, 4, 17.7, 84, 40, 97, 15 First year, first day. She wanted to be a teacher. She wanted to be a cute, innocent girl in a cute, innocent dress who inspired
Power On. Channel One: A little girl plays outside, kickball, with her neighbors. They laugh and run. The sky starts to get dark, Curfew. She wants to finish the round; it’s her turn to kick.
"Imprisonment, detained, day by day. Take away these chains for my child's sake."
This one goes out to all my kids, my teens, my peers All of you who've found yourselves bruised, abused, misused, unable to choose The life you deserve to live; all the while you give, forgive, just try to live
Dear boy with the alluring smile, Thank you for taking away my trust once again:
It started with you forcing down my face Into the pillow, into the suffocating dark I was sleeping soundly, nothing to fear Now I ask where was God? Was it me you hated? Or are you, were you just evil?
They would turn a whisper into a shout. A phrase streching for miles. I'd tell truth to be revealed Healing would never come... The truth sets only those free who confess. I, of the confession am in bars.
Here I am with him,
The walls were built high High as a skyscraper
It's dark again. I used to pray I used to say it was all pretend Then no one was watching. The lights went out My body was sucked away I couldn't go back I shouldn't go back
Bless her little heart She gets scared at night Black ghost, black souls, black places she doesn't even know Bless her little heart, she's all on her own She feels it's hands creeping around her ankles
Do not ask me what I was wearing My denim shorts were not an invitation Do not ask me what I was wearing My floral blouse did not have "YES" written on it Do not ask me what I was weaing
You know what I want to hear? A rape joke I want to hear you joke about a traumatic experience I want to hear you joke about my traumatic experience And when I don't laugh
My body is not my own. As my 18th birthday approaches, so does my entry into adulthood As does my loss of agency. My value as a person will rest on how sexually appealing I seem My hard work? My morals?
I’ve seen too many women crucify themselves for the wrongs others have dealt them.
I remember his eyesThat they reflected mine,The golden encapsulated,Red-flecked beautiesThat so often got us confusedFor brotherAnd sister.
Say no, say no, say yes, say yes. No- to abuse. It's not necessary, not right. Twenty-eight percent are in an intimate relationship! Ninety-eight percent of offenders- aren't punished!
Music is the drive that moves me from the thorns of a rose up to the ovary. Where a sweet smell dwells. I lay in the middle and listen Healing from the prick of the past thorns I bleed to the beat and memories flow
When a house is dirty, we clean it. We sweep away the dust and scrub away the stains until there is nothing left to remind us of the wreckage
I think I started my new life As an anorexic angel. I woke up to my chapped pink lips Breathing snow that looked like ash
My name is Jada I am not your video slave I am a young girl Boys raped me on tape Sadly the tape went viral Now everyone knows I chose to stand tall I was a victim it’s true
Some people told me hell no.. Others said don't go down that road. Many got tired of me, And told me leave them alone And a few said wait until I'm ready.
Hello my name is...
Adults always tell us that they know best They have more experience, and time, they'll attest They feed those words Into our brains Inject that message into our infant veins
I demand change. In these twisted, damaging days. Where women are afraid to leave for work for fear of merciless rape Where people of color cannot receive a fair wage
"I'ma rape ya!" They say "It's just a joke" They say
It has been said that all your cells (with some exceptions) are replaced every seven years. Every seven years, you are a new person. I was thirteen years old when he would touch me.
I cry a lot, don't you? I trust people too easily I'm trusting you. I forget things a lot, don't you? I lie to people too easily I'm not lying to you.
When I was younger Peter Pan told me to never grow up
And this is how it starts. We're halfway into this cheap bottle of wine, both of us have seen "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" at least three dozen times, and don't think I haven't noticed your hand on my thigh.
One day when I was 13 and in the 8th grade, I had gotten the stomache flu and had to stay home from school.
they look at me and all agree they think im a stuck up white girl like, "she probably gets all her shit for free" ive got blonde hair, blue eyes. and my skintone is real white
Once upon a time (She was torn down to the bone nothing left except for the voices inside her thin skull. She was vulnerable or easy as some may call it. He took her heart
Darkness fills their hearts, She knows it It eats at their souls, can't be real. Day in and day out, But her heart At first was once pure, can't be much stronger. Couldn't be more tainted, Soon she will succomb.
Maturity can be seen in many opportunities. Staying classy with an attitude of nasty. Showing off my curves and edges, letting everyone know i have imperfections. Flashy ring and fancy cars may not be in my future. but atleast im not tortured.
Have you ever thought about how our world works? The pain some victims go through and the hurt. I want to make sure that no one gets screwed again. I don't know how this rape culture began.
f(x)=a(ng+el)*r[e(y-e)^s] I am a complex math function that you cannot understand. So, what do you do first? Step 1: Factor completely. Extract my primes and variables,
I am Seven and I am at theClass lunch table with my crushHe never explained to me what sexWas but he talked about it anAwful lot and before he asked meIf I would have sex with him which I
Rape. It led to my silence. For a year I let what happened control me, let HIM control me. Fear. I was scared.
Who is at faultFor the statisticThat states that every two minutes(That’s one hundred and twenty seconds)
I had been dating a boy for two years, seven months, and twenty eight days when he raped me.
You once told me
My hairs a mess I don't even distress of how I dress my leggings are all worn people are going to know it's all torn
The feel of the keyboard Is like the piano keys How I make music with words That no one wants to hear They continue to disappear Like Forbidden Fruit Can anyone dare to ever take a bite
whistle my entire existence is contingent upon
"Write about a trouble in your life," they say- but in no way can I relay the way that I got laid
Who am I behind this smile?
If you ever find yourself raping a poet,do not be alarmed when they write about it.They will recount the pleasures you gaveand paint them dark like a horror movie,as if they were not in truth asking for it.
I never saw The scornful outlaw But when she came home I was hateful Never once did I stop, Hoping I could kill him, For the dread she brought home I was angry.
this is a poem poemmy poem if you will it is a poem about poem aw yeah poem salamanders have very high iqs and so do i because I are be in ap class
She sits alone, crouched in the darkness, holding up her knees with thin, spindly arms. Dried tears have created a track on her dirt streaked face. Her blue eyes have lost their charm.
Little girl stood strong and free, With her head held high, And her eye in the sky, But little girl is different from you and me. Little girl used to run and play, She had friends by her side, No secrets would she hide, But soon little girl began...
Rocky spine, left in the night fragile skin that reflects the light. Rocky spine, growing strong marks that show what went wrong. Rocky spine, with a smile so bright eyes that sparkle in the night.
The culture believes if sh
Over and over they raped her Made her feel as if she wasn't there Touched her innocent body
I wish I could've told my rapist I'm fucking dangerous Maybe if I did I wouldn't be going through this bull shit 4 years of a child's life taken and slaughtered
Why did I put up a fight
Darkness Is all I can see Death Is all I dream Happiness Has long since faded away Struggle Each and every single day Mind Is slowly turning to dust Pain
My shorts are not an invitation For your hands to roam my thighs And my sassiness is no reason For you to ignore my reluctant cries My exposed skin is not shouting "Come on; there's more to see!"
She sat there in disbelief, The things they had written were so malicious. She read the words on the screen: Whore, slut, bitch.
As a woman I am told to be quiet Keep it down They try to keep me down Below you, looking up On my knees, I exist only in ways that service you They want me to hear, not to speak
Our eyes are once again forced open by the sound of a beeping alarm. Morning has stolen our precious sleep.
The game that started out fun,Turned drastically to fear,The woods,Best place to hide in the game,But other intentions were in the air.The dirty mud clawed under my nails,The pain increased by seconds.
Broken chains, shattered windows. They're no tame, so don't get too close. Run run away, until you see the light of day.
1 in 5.
Timing freezes, muscles tense, lungs start gasping for every breath The room starts spinning, the edges blur, hearts is running, running from death
Mouths I have kisseda thousand timesLetting fanged words slither out"Why is it always about rape with you?"little venomous soundshissing at my heels."It’s not love if you don’t fuck."
NO she said does no mean yes? we know you know better than that you did what you did because you wanted to it wasn't her fault you can't blame the way she dressed the way she talked
Seven o'clock I walk Into the doors of my high school, my black high school Where People do whatever it takes to be considered cool I walk into the bathroom choking from the smoke Uhg I hate this school I complain daily
A young girl just twelve years old sees a guy from a few feet ov
I pant in the darkness whispering a silent prayer Praying to the mighty lord To let me be the one he spares Because when night falls evil fills the night
Long pale faces split with wicked grins, Dark sunken spaces where the eyes should have been. Strong careless hands stealing life from beneath tattered cotton,
Little girl's tears run down a red cheek All she ever heard is "You are such a freak!" Sitting quietly with metal death in her hand With a lot of fear and nothing more to stand
I cry for the ones i love.
I am not a toy. When you look at me, a body is all you see.
Get your hands off me Don't touch me there Nobody lookin nobody even care how did i end up here why do feel this fear get your hands off me there dirty there unclean
Tweedle-Dee, tweedle-dum. She lays there likes a drum, as he's pounding into her. Treating her like no one. This goes on every night, and days when Aunty is away. He rapes her and beats her, forcing her to stay.
Close your eyes, Close your eyes and breathe. This can’t be me, This isn’t happening to me. But it is. And you can’t help it, But what did you do? Why you? The weight is over bearing,
I remember the first time we had sex. How you asked me if we’d ever get the chance. You said you’d tell me your “number” As if that’d be enough to convince me,
You may not know me,
All my cries
"Ok, she admitted Mommy you were right.Something unrealized until there was absence of light.Every word her mother said kept running through her head.
Is there anything but The harsh reality of today's world To look forward to? Children dream of The freedom of adulthood While adults yearn for The ignorant bliss Of childhood.
THE TIME WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE THE GREATEST PEOPLE THOUGHT YOU WERE THE FAKIEST THE TIME WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE POWERLESS COWARD LESS BRAVE NESS YOUR CHEST FEELS LIKE ITS ABOUT TO CAVE IN THE TIME WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE THE PRETTIEST THE...
I wake just to hear my parents argue back and forth in fear. I didn't know what was going on. As I listen, they yell at my sister... every denial from her made my dad angrier.
The last thing I remember Is laying on the ground Him standing over me No one else around His smile scares me For it's not that of the sane I try and close my eyes
She was jogging late one evening As every night she did Aware not of the treachery That falling darkness hid
They whistle and howl Am I just a piece of meat? Faster, wolves devour Note to Reader: I am a woman. I expect to able to walk down the street and not fear for my safety. I am a woman.
Fingers wrap around her throat like vines once wound around her branches. Hands grasp and shake her by the bark as the last of her leaves falls to the cold earth.
I have a past, we all do Some of it is lies, other things are true My grandma said I lied about rape My aunt said I was fake My church said I was a mistake My friends said they needed a break
He said I was fine But I told his ass no He grabbed my behind But I told his ass no He said come on look at that dress But i told his ass no He said I know you a freak just give it up
I was 7 at the time When I endured That horrible crime. I was only in 2nd grade When you did this to me... I was just a child Wanting to have a dream.
So. I was at a party. Y'know, it seems like it always starts that way. "I was at a party." I was at a party. Whether I had been drinking or not
Bullying is the worst evil It can make you bleed It can make you feeble It strips away your confidence It can destroy honest men It steals from the poor It preys on all fours
I am not the rain on a tin roof, I am a blanket that never keeps your feet warm at night. I am the uneven barstool at 2 am, And the kiss that doesn't quite feel right.
I know Too many people whose no's were ignored Too many kids forced to grow up too fast
We are connected not by choice but by some unbreakable law that forces me to carry you.
A couple of months ago A man murdered two women. Murdered two. Injured six others. But it was okay. It was 100% justifiable by his “troubled past.”
War on Women
In today’s world, one of the hardest things to be in life is a woman.
There were lights, and music, and drinks, and people were swaying and laughing. I'm sure it was late and the drinks made your insides feel warm and you did not expect anything more than a party.
I saw this image of this young girl who was laying on the floor, I had to look closer and I saw she didn't have no clothes on, I judged at first I can admit, like what the hell is this?
There was red in my bed in years of yore something I'd never considered before. Lost in time, back and back, a rarity in a rugged sack. There was red in my bed, she had no clue.
One falls from the sky
You only see them laugh But in silence they pray, Please god, Don't let me be the girl, That this happens to today, You'll joke about her pain, Hashtag Jadapose, Pretend it's a game,
This girl she walks down the street she walks and walks wearing her dress and he jumps out jumps out and takes her takes all of her. This girl she sits on the couch
if only everyone knew if only everyone had their experiences if only everyone understood if only, if only.
Flaming red eyes, torn clothes at the thighs, and cuts and bruises that seemed to multiply, but still their lips whisper in sync " She lies! She lies! " But she only tells the truth She is only but a youth
Every Friday and Saturday You go and drink You go and dance You go and loose your mind Being far from home Far from rules Far from reality Far from truth
What loathsome things We humans effectuate! A rape in the alley- A murder in the street- Our minds be feeble. Our hearts be faint. Kidnappings are common- Child abuse; despair-
Man Found Guilty of Drugging a
My mind wanders to the night that still seems blurry, “No one has to know,” he whispered “but I don’t want to,” I thought the words failed to escape my mouth I was trapped in my own thoughts.
I said the word no and meant it That doesn’t mean you ask again Same answer between now and then
Don’t touch me Don’t look, talk, stalk, or even dare to plot Don’t think or even imagine
Hush little girl, and rest in me
Once upon a time... Not long ago...
I was young and naive I'd say I should have thought But I did I thought what he made me think And I'd blame myself But I really didn't know He did, though He knew what he said
Oh, you hate men? Why would you be a feminist? All guys aren't like that..That's so unfair.
One day I hope they'll see this is just a sad part of me their hearts I do not mean to break I do it for my own souls sake I want to smile and often do except for when I think of you
Sometimes I lie in bed at night and wonder why there was a differenceWhy your love is the one that will be there even when I'm falling apart
She takes flight. All the light in those babydoll eyes. Broken. Soars away from these hardships. Tender hands burned. In this seemingly painless discuise. Don't leave me in the darkness.
the blood on the walls
I find it hard to live in the world I am in.
She stands on the corner, barely 18 Hasn't showered in days but waits Waits for a man who needs an illegal touch The body of an adolescent becomes tainted She looks for independence on an incredibly tight leash
16 years old on the street Has a baby girl From being a freak in the sheets Wasn't unprotected But, the condom broke 2 weeks later it was positive So she told her folk Her mom was disappointed
She had been an eager child
I write because of society Because my clothing says more about my consent, than my mouth does Because you're not as pretty if you're a plus Because society tells me not to get raped
Birth The offering of a free slate for life A temporary state until death The final resting place We grew, year after year, to accept the idea that one day We would be on our own
Crips and Bloods, robbers and killers. Crips and Bloods, murders and stealers.
Don’t cry, it will only hurt more. He just wanted to study I heard the rumors in college I never thought it would happen to me He liked me. No. Not me.
Hannah was late coming home this evening. Traffic was slow and she had trouble leaving. Work was hard and she hadn't any time
It would never happen here.These four walls, yes, they are fortressWith glistening steeples all within clean, no, pristine.A supernatural worldWith perfect peoplewith painted on smiles and perfect lives.
On the bed and on the bathroom counter I lost track of time, maybe two hours? I completely devoured the passion you were incredibly lacking and got a high of pure satisfaction
No Mama. Nothing is wrong, I was running, I fell, I shouldn't have been running. He told me not to run. My innocence? It's gone. He took it from me,
Stop! No means no. "But she changed her mind." "She was asking for it."
My response to the group piece "Rape Poem to End All Rape Poems" by Rutgers University At the College Slam Poetry Competition there was a group piece titled: “A Rape Poem to End All Rape Poems”
You slap me, hit me, and rape me like a hound. Do you think I am your toy? Am I your pet you can treat in any manner you wish? You put me to run around the fields in the snow, the heat, and the thunderstorms.
It’s been two years and some odd months When he passes and asks what I’m doing “Nothing” Really, I’m talking to him. I smile when he talks to me His eyes are deceived again
She cries when no one is watching She acts like everything is okay She lets you think that she is strong When deep down inside she's nothing but torn She keeps her distance
A piece I gave;
His carefully constructed kingdom of sand
she wanted to look sexy,so she put on a cherry red mini skirt,with flesh-colored pantyhose,a black halter top with tiny sparkles on it.the shoes she chose were ruby and high-heeled.
Don’t nobody know about this sticky situation. Cause if they knew you would be in a ditch or be caged into an infested cell And I think I would be out casted onto an island of public denouncement and self betrayal.
People always ask me,why some of my scarsactually spell out words.I tell them that maybe,just maybe,if those words areforever on my bodythey may someday mean
Let's change these very blatant stories we tell our children about how "boys will be boys" and so girls will not be girls.
I know it's hard to hear the constant advances of suitors, to hear their cat calls day in and out. I know it is At least I'm sure it is. But that doesn't stop me from wondering what it is like to be noticed
A young woman, eighteen and fair, With big brown eyes and long brown hair, Made her way past the lamppost that stood, In the middle of her neighbourhood.
Change Change Change, All about and all around But it’s the wrong kind of change.
Imagine a world of no conflictNo anger, no murder, no war A world of respect Where the color of your skin doesn’t matterWhere which side of the tracks you grew upon makes no change
She closes her eyes until it is over and hides in the shame of her room. She won’t tell a soul for fear she’ll be shouldered, and scorned for her frail defense.
It's sad how easy this topic is nowadays, because it happens so much. Rape, violation, abuse, molestation, you can't turn the news on without it being mentioned. Too many women get assaulted,
She didn’t wear a turtleneck; She looked at me once; She sat on the opposite side of the bar: She asked to be raped. It comes from a tree; A tree is a plant; Plants are green:
If I could change things She would not fear alley ways In her new short skirt
I had never noticed as a child, but she was always there. Veronica clasped me close, and held me in her stare. Her fragile reflection pursued me to the broken footsteps of my home.
this indignant poetry I must take a standI will be called loud-mouthed hard-hearted stars in eyes sentimentality foolishness stemming from stubbornness
When I was born, my mother gave me a pearl It was flawless and shiny and beautiful and mine
I love lace which is to say, I love the idea
I looked up and saw that dark shadow, My keys fell to the ground, and I knew I wasn't allowed to make a sound. The next few seconds went in a blur, Until you bashed my head against the window my words began to slur.
There's a tired young girl There's a strong woman There's a frail, bony teenager There's a big-boned athlete. There are girls and there are women
These are close friend's for experiences. Rape can be prevented. Him Her Them Me ---
This poem is written from the standpoint of a girl who has been raped/sexually abused in the past and is now speaking to her lover years later.
I was drunk.
Sapphire horizan along the dark green trees Diamonds in the sky above the world, above me The music of night, the rustle of leaves A chill in the air a bite in the breeze
A man that made her feel safe Took her in like she was his own Betrayed her by making his claim It was ruthless. She called out for help No one heard her scream Belittled to nothing -- nothing at all
Silence. It surrounded me like a thick blanket, a false illusion of security as I walked across Fulton and through the market. My flats tapped the ground, giving off no sound,
Glistening rubies, tear drop in shape,Indifferent as to how they fall.Slickening down brown sugar planes,Into a puckered black hole.A violent take,Against all restraint,A cry on crackling lips.
Sometimes, I feel like what happened
With him in mind she loses sight of who she is And a very vivid imagine she has, she was told And who would believe what had been done to her
Forgive me, for my spirit is scarred beyond recognition.
She was three
i scream, in vainyour tools pierce mein my most delicate placesthis will feel good, you say
Yeah You’re right. I so stupidly, But truly Schizophrenically, Allowed the man Drunk beyond words To shove his, His 12-inch, well endowed, Schlong in my anus
You told me you loved me You told me you cared but everytime i turn around
“What do you mean he forced you to do stuff?” she/he/they ask me with an undertone of doubt
I could never understand How someone could see the fear in your eyes, Hear the tremble in your voice, Understand the falsity of your choked out laugh
I am a fifteen year old girlRaising two children in a poisonous worldOne is barely learning to crawl and the otherWatches my parents pay the bills with alcoholI depart like always to buy the usual
The night she will always remember Her eyes wide, the lights dim around her Silence
Fire That’s what it feels like when I close my eyes I feel like my mind and my body are just going to burn up Melt away I can’t stand this! It’s been six years Six years of living in this Hell
I try and I try and try, still nothing. I put my heart into everything, still nothing, I spent my whole live searching for the good in my life, still nothing, I try to be nice and generous to everyone I meet, still nothing.
I try and I try and try, still nothing. I put my heart into everything, still nothing, I spent my whole live searching for the good in my life, still nothing, I try to be nice and generous to everyone I meet, still nothing.
Couldn't anyone hear me?
I killed him I killed the man in my dreams the man who looked me in the eyes the man who stole my self-esteem
There were times
How young How naive How stupid How trusting I was to think everyone is honest False promises Demeaning attitude with simple words words I ignored
Her favorite numbers are 9-1-1Her favorite words are,"NO,STOP...please"Her favorite position:begging on her kneesHis favorite numbers are 2-5-1-8
In sex ed, we learned about STDsand pregnancyand abstinenceand "sexual assault" (and there is only one kind of rape)
How Dare You Say I am too young To see and feel and think the way I do How Dare You
How about I don't like you? How about your approach is enough to creep me out? How about if you were really interested in me you would get to know me more? How about don't touch me?
I like shopping a lot! Jeans, khakis, shorts: booty or not, skirts: long or short. The tops! Shirts V-neck, T, crop top, one shoulder, strapless, just bra, no bra!
I'm dirty, disgusting, defiled, broken, bruised, used, abandoned, scarred, and lost. He broke me. I was not his. Not his to take. To hurt.
Some people say the dead cannot speak. They speak. We speack. I speak.
In this day and age, She made love With the wrong man— Her father. A love without consent; A love filled with hate; A love that brought new life. He slaughtered the life—
a rush comes with anger with the aftertaste of Shame naive to the notion that it could happen to me
Is it too much to ask To ask for a space Where a girl feels like saying ‘No’ Wouldn’t be out of place? To see a court case
You crept insideLike a deer in head lightsI was before you. And thenCrushed slowlyJerking aboutTo the beat of making loveI was fucked. How incredibly lucid this dream continues to be.
Hello it was nice to meet you,I known you all my life,We grew up together,You was like the brother i never had,Every weekend and every summer i spend all my days with you,Riding bikes, going swimming, playing video games is what we did,But i never
I once knew a boy who eyes like the ocean, like the sea, like nothing I had never seen,And I could not help but crave him, in every sense of the word.So when he sat beside me once at a party,
Tears stream down my face, as I break once again. I haven't felt this fragile In a very long while. You hurt me. And I remembered today. You took from me.
When I walk down the halls, nobody knows the secret im hiding in my heart. It happened to me a few months ago, but you don't know. I make you think everything is ok by the smile on my face.
Her face just puffy and full of hurt,her eyes full of tears, tears that just can't seem to stop flowing out.So many voices going through her head, telling her that her life would be better if she was dead.
Everything just shattered, It all went completely wrong. And no matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to move on. It just hurts to let go and nobody gets it. I'm just so damn tired,
a dark night. a young girlwalksaloneher steps echoingunfamiliar footsteps no destinationvaigely familiar streetsnot far from a placeshe callsHer home(for now)
I am dreaming I’m scared and alone, It’s dark in here I hear footsteps, They sound far away But they are getting closer …and closer… and closer. A door opens a shadow appears,
Like a high tide,I drown in you.You suffocate me.I can't escape your grip.I begand pleadfor the painto terminate.For the humilationto vanish.And you show meno mercy.
It was the second week of my sophomore year, there was a substitute. Again.
I am a real piece of work And that much about me will never change I’ll change the world with words The same way you changed me You made me a worrier Excuse me
The insults he spits at me stab my chest It feels almost as good as when he grabs my breast so, I egg him on It isn’t long until his hands are around my arms, my eyes wide and my breath caught
I leap, swim in the star's light. the immensity of the world wrapping me in an embrace; away from you. I melt into the sunset and let the colors morph me into someone who is not defined by you.
When she looks at him she gets a chill through her spine because, the man she calls dad has raped her a million times and the one she calls mom nowhere in sight becasue, she's sleeping with a hundred men just in that night, blood here and blood th
I know what you are all thinking is keeping this child inside me a mistake? What if they decide to become a murderer, a rapist like their father, a thief? what if they are born from hate and therefore can only hate
She lost all sense of love As she still weeps from the memories. When she lost her womanhood In a whirlwind of helplessness and blood.
I once went to this party, Ma'am I thought it would be fun You told me to be safe, ma'am So I took your warning, for once I saw someone staring, Ma'am He seemed very kind
Bags under her eyes, but ever alert Sleep was a luxury she can't afford. Always moving and never staying long Trying to look to the future, but the darkness of the past blocks her way.
Lost in a fit of insane incest, you woke me from my slumber, forcing my face to the pillows, hushing my tears with your murmurs, your eyes stood out vivid, yellow, with veins of deep red, your sweat matted my hair, & mixed with stale tears on
i hear you call the word in the halland my head jerks up only to seea friend hugged you from the back in the hall.you cry wolf and iwas devoured by canine mandibles.
Tears welling in my eyes, getting ready to cry. A past that haunts me. You came into my life when everything was falling apart and you stitched me back up. You took away my hunger and made me feel
Under my bedI layAfraidBecause tonight is just one of those nightsMama works late I can hear you stumbleYour scent getting closerYou mumbleI should call mamaBut I'm just not suppose to
Hey little birdy, The one by my window; I see your colourless wings so sturdy And those dark eyes so hollow. Birdy, take me with you. I want your freedom; I want to fly in the blue.
Shattered screaming from a dark room. Shattered screams in an empty home. The thought and ambience of being alone. As feet trample up stairs and voices multiply.
i was told as a little girl to stay quiet when i really meant stop. boys only tug on girls’ hair when they really mean she’s pretty. i was told as a little girl to never scream at the shadows.
Red faithless faceless lifeless stiff limp feeling like a blimp filled with no air nothing left, nothing here, empty you stole the only thing that kept me whole
Girl: my mind is purple confusion/deslusion. How was this only yesterday/yesterday’s game and now I’m looking at British boys of your same name.
You looked at me,As though I had done something wrong.Why did you look at me that way?You looked through me,Not at me.You were the perpetrator,You stole what was mine alone to give away.
God had walked away from me that rainy afternoon I do not know why A dark fate awaited me Punishment for girls who walk alone and disobey Reward for Men who drive around looking for their prey
I can’t fly with Your words Clipping my wings too short To grow back full enough Let me escape Your grip around my
Raping somebody is like cooking a meal Or like cracking a safe To seduce is to rape. Let us be clear. To tease, and coax, and massage, and please, and grope is to seduce.
Nine months, Nine months I spent wondering Wondering about that opening The opening that was said to come, when I reached the end The end that I anxiously waited to begin. Cuz,
Put on the makeup. Dry your tears. Smile for the camera. Don't ever tell anyone. Everyone already knows. He hit you again last night. He'll hit you again tonight, like every night before, and every night to come. Leave him you tell yourself.
Shame that I must have Because it is my own fault For dressing like that (a haiku about rape culture and the shame a woman feels after being raped)
The first time I started writing, I fell in love, Now I'm addicted, poetry is my drug. It comes unasked from my gut I can finish, but never quit like a cigarette bud.
Her eyes sparkle like diamonds, A smile plays across her lips, Her hair blows gently in the whispering wind. No one knew the secrets behind her eyes.
The sun was shiningThe birds were singingBut all was not wellFor a 10 year old girl Fate was weaving her stringsIn long and intricate patternsOne moment happinessThe next, horror
I’m only sixteen but I’ve lived through so much, but haven’t we all. Who gives a six year old the decision to stay or go? Moms in jail but whose gonna post bail.
She danced the Bata* Like it was all that mattered Her words rang with laughter A dance only she could master The drummers’ hands slick with sweat brows jammed, bodies wet
1964. Kitty Genovese. 28.Raped and killed while her neighbors did nothing.Her blood left a scuffing.2009. Jane Doe. 15.Raped by ten guys at a homecoming dance while several class mates laughed and joked.
Stand up and show them who you are, Not the person you pretend to be Because that is a lie. That is not the side that hurt me. Screams shake the night. Monsters, monsters everywhere.
You wake up and realize it's not okay. What happened was not okay. I was lucky, she wasn't. To the strong that are still here, being and all, teach us how to appreciate.
I WRITE TO SPEAK OUT!
She is strong and fearless harboring a secret. She has shut them out. She is lost; lost as quickly as lives disappeared. Her existence is what left her with nothing. A shadow of her former self. Seeking the night he finds her once again with
Beyond the mirror lives a lass.The notion is crass, but she is pretty.Through the mirror I see her.See her dancing,See her singing.See her alone.
Blue eyes, blond haired Look at you will never be heard I tell u will be loved and cared
As it rains she watches the little white stick for a positive...hoping for it to blink negative, which would mean her life could continue like normal. Going to school,
it’s the one four-letter word that doesn’t get censored in newspapers but instead gets thrown around in Call of Duty victories, “haha, dude i ****ed you!”, it’s not lust
it feels like years ago I had a dream no I had a nightmare a nightmare so terrible no one would ever want to hear it took me 92 days to truly convince myself without any question that it was not just a nightmare this had happened
Two hearts shaking under cold pale skin Two minds racing into collisions So traumatic that all they can breathe out is “Why” seems to be all they can say, to express The rest of them are dead
She said “How could you wear that? Be careful if you do. Some strong man could be walking by And choose to rape you.”
Her concrete coffin is now cold wall to wall All of these neon rainbows hold no glow at all That little angel is on a midnight ride She is tough on the surface, but trembling inside The boys tell her to look alive
She said no. But it didn’t go. A force so strong She almost choked. She said no. But it wouldn’t let go. She begged and pleaded. But it didn’t listen. So it didn’t know. She cried out no. But it squeezed Her throat.
it was an unfair night what "it" did wasnt right a laugh a minute a scream the next why is this reality this unwanted sex? locked up in a jeep with "it" breathing down on me at a party
I remember the day when I covered her bony body. They said she had it coming. A white t-shirt, warm cotton, clinging like a honeybee. I remember the day when
You sink your rough teeth into my neck, marking your territory on my cold canvas as blood rushes to all the wrong places, and your muscular frame hovers over my malnourished
All the days seem to blur together For once there was a forever. Time ago I saw a new light But then it died one fateful night.
I'm not into everyday people.
Dear You, Since you all I’ve been able to hear are shots, For each glass that I’ve learned was a plot. Caught up in a YOLO generation, And dehumanized by your melanin fixation.
Lines Don't know where to draw them Not to cross them or how to drop them if she's fine Then so is the line Between mutual attraction And unwanted attention
Asha Neeman grew up in the suburbs of the big city, Always making others laugh, She was so witty. A great athlete and a straight “A” student, Every boy wanted to be with her, But hated her prudence.
Yes, he lost the election But the scary part is apparently 47 percent of my fellow Hoosiers think it's cool to say God wanted you raped and vote for him anyway, which makes me think
I was a seed begging for attention, desperate to bloom One day I would be a flower! I grew into a bud envious of others who had already bloomed One day I would be lovely! When I blossomed I was a beautiful rose
Some days it’s so easy to forget; it’s like it never happened. Other days, it’s impossible to ignore; I wish it never happened. I thought I could leave it all behind, but it keeps catching up to me,
Can you not see that we are both the same? Having you became my chaotic drive Like demons that were not meant to be tame Hugging your leg with your knife in my side Desiring your heart would never end
losing myself in the eye of darkness the ear that yearns to speak but says nothing...... just because the mouth is in charge of voice the eyes can't see the waves of sound caught in the angle of sorrow.....
AFTER 12 HOURS THE FUNERAL: brothers accused of removing dead sister from coffin. a ceramic angel stands over the destroyed remains. MOON AT 11 O’CLOCK HANGS LIKE A GOLDEN CRADLE ON HER RIVERBEDS,
Deep moans drift in the room. Liquid hunger screams from my veins. Acid leaks from my lips. Agony drips from my head. I am wounded, and all I want is more. more of her to heal my pain,
-What a strange relationship we had yet the only time I felt love was then The Refrigerator Mother was far too cold my back against his warm chest felt just right
that fucking movie that stupid fucking couch and those neglected screams I told you no, I said I didn’t want to and you kept on going.
The only thing I'm good at is being banged in bed sheets over the head Bodies touch emotions would rush but there's none No passion no good reason or ration Just for money to blow, a high rate hoe
See that girl sitting over there? Rumor has it that in the ninth grade she and a senior boy with a movie poster face and a Hollister body went at it in the bushes at Sarah Something-Or-Other's 18th birthday party
Tiny eyes shouldn’t see what I had, Tiny hands aren’t meant to hold secrets, A tiny heart shouldn’t break like that, The tears I cry, they started then, So many years ago. When he came in and took what he did,
Rape culture: The culture of telling a woman that she is an accomplice In her own pain. The practice of making her feel as if Every decision she makes could potentially put her life at risk.
She was afraid Of words they said and thoughts they would have She felt unsafe For their actions often go excused In a world where victims take the blame
It still is. It is even if you were both drunk. It is even if you were grinding. It is even if her eyes said she wanted it. It is even if you bought her a drink and she took it.
(poems go here) I wonder If I was ever lead to you if pathways would hold us hostage when we threw the towel in empty laundry bins let them soak between our desperate hearts I wonder if mistakes like these should be forgiven
My door became a wall. Tall, concrete, permanent. You entered without a key, how? Was my door not locked? Must not have been, only explanation. It’s my fault isn’t it?
There are faces swimming in your vision Memories you'd much rather forget Nightmares in the daytime Tears you always regret They taunt you with their freedom The injustice of reality
You remember the hands the grip that held you in place the force he stained in your soul in your inner grave. You remember the pain, how he yelled, you screamed, the vulnerability.
Her white dressed figure dances in front of me. The clouds that cover the night sky gently surround the night I reach out to touch her beautiful face, the face of my love.
Finger tips gliding up her dress, She didn’t like the feeling of hands on her hips. His lips spoke sweet words that melted in her mouth. His passion was poison to calm her soul down.
I remember that sunny day When my world crashed and caved You called me that very morning And your hair needed to be shaved
This is mine This is my body. Not Yours. Don’t get overwhelmed- Im not asking you to keep score. Just know that this- this is mine.
I thought if I closed my eyes, I would go to sleep. And dream of beauty and butterflies and forget my broken wings.
eyes shut tight don't let any fear escape hands held above my head you have to bear the pain it might be the last time
“…I’m sure there’ll be more to cry for, There’ll be more for us to see…”
She was only nine Yet her eyes had seen more than mine This girl had been raped But no one cared all stood and gaped And this creature who had cheated on her spouse With charcoal eyes she was almost a mouse
In my childhood I climbed holly trees and magnolia. Innocence was a summer day Locked outside with your bicycle; Locked outside with the water hose; Locked inside your room.
Promise me you'll listen. Promise me you'll understand. Promise these aren't empty promises someone will make again. Nothing stops the images. Nothing stops the pain.
When my hips make like prayer books, and I have a son I will tell him: my father is weak but doctors mistake it for heart disease. Those doctors are fools. They don't know of the lack of childhood
Caw, caw, caw! The crow goes. Boom, boom, boom! My heartbeat grows. I stare at my window Waiting, waiting. Fear enveloping my mind and soul.
he wanted me to want it so he pulled at my hair and screamed “cunt” at me even though that was all he wanted from me. but they told me that my chastity belt would break if I wanted it because my
I was sixteen when I was stolen. Taken from the life of those who loved me... I know they still seek me. I wandered through life never thinking too much, I was being watched, I was desired, and then they took me.
Tina was just a little girl following her sister’s footsteps She was innocent as can be, just wanted to fit in Not knowing the magnitude of her decisions as she crept She was soon to be a victim of a global trend
So long as we are being honest, I need you to recognize me as something more than a walking aquarium of improbabilities;
The country rolls on to its Republic Day, Its youth feels the pinch, the pain, Screams, cries, shouts and the anger, Everything has been forgotten, Guess, everything went in vain… The one with a calling,
Wrapped up in smoke, Robbed of its smiles, My city seems shrunk, Sucked off its warmth, It lies deserted tonight… Walls of trust have been shattered, Humanity questioned, My city weeps,
The taste is hot; unbearable. The type of spicy you can no longer endure! My nose is inhaling thick air - Dirty. Moist. My upper lip sweats. "No more!" "I've had enough." "Please, stop!"
For what reason did you think you had the right? I said no and fought with all my might. You didn't listen, for you didn't really care. You laced your fingers around the small of my back which was bare.
(poems go here)
"My body is my temple" If we're going to use that metaphor It is a temple in ruins A temple weathered by wind and rain It is a temple with no soul A temple with no hope
Alienated and lonely, Sad and afraid. Speaking out is not an option, help; a foreign word. Touchy hands. Slimy hands. Dirty hands. Rough hands.
The sky filled with hate that day That man, with the scar had his way No matter what I can't forget The way he made me sweat My refusal meant nothing But he was shoving Couldn't pull away Just swayed
Young girl, innocent life Watch her drink for the first time See her smile with a glaze in her eyes See the memory escaping her mind Evil thoughts rushing through your head
I don't know who I am The white in my life blew out I don't know where I stand At thirteen my soul was left in doubt The only white The purity The innocence... of me Taken in the dark
The fear in her eyes penetrate his, She can see, it does not phase. Her fear is great and unmeasurable, his pleasure is sad and full of disgust. People hide the things he does to her,
She sees the smirks and hears the comments. The town's people don't know what caused it.
Kept a permanent division between her thighsand in the eyes of boys her body was a playground.Young men slid down her swirling slide,counting a game of tag on her outstretched arms