rape
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Look at the world that we live in-
is society proud of our deeds?
Children are carrying weapons,
not contemplating hate bleeds.
Sometimes when I’m alone I cry.
The tears that come from my eyes
They are more bitter than unsweetened cocoa.
I cry because I have a soft heart
Sometimes it comes at night. Or first thing in the morning. After I drink tea. Or have sex.
Once it was after the man I loved told me he’d never leave. Then once again when he left anyway.
Everyone says," Why he is like that?" What? Black or insane?
Then I tell them about my pain, my suffering, and they all say the same
Why would I be lying on my dead friends name? I was 8 when I first took drugs- I was in vain
Roses aren’t always red.
Violets aren’t strictly blue.
Not every glimmer’s surely gold-
You’ll never really know the truth!
The first thing I remember loving was my cat-
My first best friend.
And my baby brother,
And dinosaurs.
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I loved my stuffed animals,
And worms on the sidewalk.
I loved the people in movies,
The Sun can't reach her
She's covered in mud and planted in a hole that her tears water
Salt from the earth runs deep through her veins
And her dark skin reflects like jewels in a cave
I want to go home
As I watch the flashing lights
I want to go home
As they start to take him away
I want to go home
While I'm sitting in the tri=uck
I want to go home
My name is Snow White
I got my name from my mother
Who died when I was young
But I love her still
But anyway,
Where do I live?
With my prince of course!
I love him,
We used to be close
You were like my best friend
But sadly that came to an end.
You said let's play
You locked the door,
To hide us away,
You were younger than me
But we were the same age,
On top of a mountain,
We will meet-
Like chalk stains and the rinsing of knuckles.
Tonight a salamander has slayed a dragon.
I walk across the street,
It’s not even dark.
Yet he comes closer, and closer,
He looks 30 and drunk.
I’m 13 and small.
Who will they blame?
He must be deaf,
The whole world must be deaf.
As my screams are muted,
Even I can’t hear them.
Should I just give up?
Let him use me then hide.
Gasping for air
reaching for help
doing everything in my power
to not be pulled down
I finally give up and suffer in silence
so that the younger offspring of my violent mother don't scare
Stumbling through the rapeOver and againI'm stunned by your lack of humanityYour lack of feelingMy lack of numbnessYour embracing itI don't understand how you could do that
You’re awfully close to perfection
even your scent lingers after years without vision
am I mad or is because you’re so rad?
No, I’m mad because you’re so awfully close to perfection
Here I am again,
Curled up and bloodied
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Snarl held tight,
About to rubber-band snap
At the first thing to come close
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I can feel the panic
Lightning up my spine
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I don't know why I keep writing to you
Like I'm sending letters to someone in prison
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As if you were the one who's been trapped
Ever since that day
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They say that justice brings peace,
Stumbling through the rape
Over and again
I'm stunned by your lack of humanity
Your lack of feeling
My lack of numbness
Your embracing it
I don't understand how you could do that
"You seem like you're doing better,"
They say, with hesitation
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On halfway-bad days I still feel it,
A screaming coal burning itself
Through the tissues of my lungs
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"I'm definitely doing better,"
We use to laugh, We use to talk, We use to confide in eachother. I was totally in love with my bestfriend. You can fall in love with friends too.I.would give her my last, my life I let her hold in the palm of her hands. She was so beautiful then.
I've always been the kind of person
To dig a splinter out,
With my teeth, if I have to-
Instead of soaking it in water
And waiting for it came out on it's own.
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Even if it made the pain worse at first,
The things I lost
Are vast.
Difficult to name,
Harder to think about
Without anger bubbling up the well in my chest
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Whole years are smoke.
Memories, good and bad,
Swirling into empty space,
A boy raped me
Told me it was my fault
Whose alter do I run to when he ran through me like a crosswalk
My defense
Senseless
Derivative of my fences
Barbedwire to make the top higher
I believe he can’t fly
I believe he can no longer lie
I believe he’ll die in jail
I believe he should have known better
What were you wearing is a dead question. It leads to no solution.
should I tell you my frumpy pants hanging on my frame were illicit? That
a shirt she bought a Mormon girl was too revealing, her body too explicit?
Sometimes I can't help but fantasize
About finding myself in the dark with you again
But not the way it was
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In my mind, I'm anything but afraid
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Like practice, I strategize
That night, my hands were not my own.
My mind- I was not home.
I did not caress, I did not cry.
You did what I was told.
I wanted it all to explode.
I wanted it all to burn at my feet.
hot summer sunrays
a flower growing between cracked cement
behind an abandoned house
after the animal activist event
he ravaged my body
and took my innocence
only sixteen,
They promised it'd get better.I told them I believed them.It's been 3 or 4 years.And I still don't see a thing.For who am I doing this?This hasn't been worth it.I'm waiting and waiting.I'm not allowed to say I'm not strong enough, I've come all th
He made me feel
Like the sun
The center of his universe
That he revolved around
Until he didn’t
He made me feel
Oh my God it's finally happening
What I've always wanted for what feels like forever
And with YOU no less
My first real male crush
And aren't you beautiful?
Colombian, beautiful sleek, soft black hair
I have a simple question to ask first to my mother,
when you look up at the stars, what do you see?
Do you think of yourself?
Just as I think of myself?
I find something small, Suspicious and strange. Black marble, crystal eye,
And it was you who knew my fate, Taking the glass and pushing it down my throat.
I had my first menstrual cycle at 13
And i have spent my whole life hearing
About the gifts of womanhood
So answer this
Why am i awake late into the night
Girl alone or full on piled
As they slipped through blood,
“Oh this girl’s wild”
She didn’t know her breaths could be swallowed
Oh no, she was just a child
4, 5, who loses count?
Shedding tears is part of human emotional package.
And most time we shed tears in response of an emotional state.
But do we always cry when in pain?
Can we cry because we are happy?
I'm walking down
Passing a pond
Being pushed down
Attacked
Rip for rip
Punched in the lip
Crying silent unstable
Rape
Taking what isn't his
But never cared
The arousal between my legs is faint
I smell his fragrant sweat in which he has begun to taint
My integrity diminshes
with the thrust of his hips
the invasivity of my mind
Parents, teach your daughters.
Don't let them walk through life
Like this broken girl before you.
Who did not know her rights to leave,
To let that word, No, so bitter on her tongue, pass through her lips.
I pretended to sleep,
so you’d leave me alone.
But you didn’t leave me alone, at all.
And now
its a secret
I hold.
He took me out of my wrapper,
swirled me around his tongue.
He savored the juices of me,
as he let them slowly trickle down his throat.
But he couldn’t resist,
when I became so tender,
I knew this really helpful gentleman.
So helpful.
So gentle.
So man.
He was always declaring how he loved to help.
So helpful.
So gentle.
So man.
“Take me,” She said. So I took her away. I went inside, but not like they went inside. See, I didn’t make her
suffer when I felt her flesh. They took away my innocence while I confirmed hers. You call me “girl” and call me “crazy”
I never said stop, but I never said go.Now people at school call me a hoe.What was I supposed to do?
Today, today
Today is the day when finally I say
“I can’t”
Oh and I promise that when I say I can’t you would of seen that I am finally correct
So I’m just gonna hit you with my soft smile
I can still feel his breath
on the back of my neck
just as humid, unwanted,
as it was
on yours.
The look in his starving eyes
i want to make my hatred large and whole . if i wasn’t a coward I’d take those solid cow balls & slice them, separately off as everyone watched. i’ve already planned what i’d do for a pleasurable Kill, a slow soft ending.
Girls, girls, girls
Looking to run the world, world, world
But we can't
Because all they see is what's under our pants
How much skin we show
“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
barely a woman at all, at 14
i began a search for love. to prove to myself that
i could be loved.
i began a search for a feeling. to feel anything.
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
“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
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
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
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.
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
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
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?
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
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.
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.
"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
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,
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.
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.
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 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.
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
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.
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.
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
"Write about a trouble in your life," they say-
but in no way
can I relay
the way that I got laid
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.
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
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.
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
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
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,
"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
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.”
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.
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-
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
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.
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
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
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,
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
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 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
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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.
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.
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
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
“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.
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
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 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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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
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.
"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,
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
