'rape'
Learn more about other poetry terms
I close my eyes
Feel the wet grass beneath my splayed body
His hands all over my shrinking frame
Hoping if I fade away enough
I will be too small
And he will leave me be
So I lie there
ever the Gentleman
you grabbed me by the hair
and took me to That Place
Locked away and Scared
you Threw me on the bed
bound my arms and legs
and forced yourself Inside.
He clings to me
wrapping his long bony talons
around my twitching ankle
He climbs my trembling body
scaling five feet six inches to sigh
I can't sleep.
I feel the pressure of you around me.
Inside me.
Nothing hurts more than forced consent.
Do you feel that?
Me trying to escape from under you.
Do you hear that?
My plea for help.
fears spread far and wide
personal fears are ones we cannot hide
my fear was relationships
dear boy,
tattooed over the heart of every girl
are words that read thus:
"handle with care"
don't bore holes into her skin
with your penile eyes:
she's more to admire
than trips to cloud nine
I’ve been beaten down by society,
Jumped by depression and anxiety,
Dragged into poverty,
And rejected by happiness,
Yet I still smile.
That night you hurt me.
That night you took my innocence
That night you made my worst nighmare become reality
That night you destroyed my emotions
That night you damaged me
The day I was raped.
I told no one,
He was a brother in blue.
I was asked what was I wearing.
That question still hunts me.
They never asked if I said no,
So the second time I was raped.
HushMy faultHushI could have stopped itHushI wanted itHushNobody will believe meHushHe didn’t know it was wrongHushHe said he was sorryHush
Angels wept the night he took me,
From where I lay helpless on the ground I thought I could hear them.
No one told me it would be okay, for long long after that day,
Many looked but few ever stayed to see.
Dear Society,
Why?
Why do you do this?
Hate.
Why… Why do you hate?
Why choose to let difference divide you?
I don’t know when I lost you..
It was way before the rape..
Way before the abuse..
Don’t think I had you to begin with..
I used to think I was watching you fade away..
Dear You,
I remember the night so clearly.
Regardless of the tiny little pill you dropped in my drink
I cannot seem to forget.
I see the scared adolescent girl,
Dear girl from class,
I promise not to take to long I just want to tell you a few things..To the girl who cried in class todaywhen we talked about rape.
Dear George...
Today I had to listen to the words.
"I'm sorry but we can't prove it beyond reasonable doubt."
Rape isn't always dark alleysand whistles and pepper spray.It isn't alwaysa stranger,they do
