assault
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Why did you touch me
You didint touch me out of love
You touched me out of lust
Im family
Im your daughters daughter
Why the fuck did you touch me
I’m trapped
I’m caged
I’m in a daze
All these days go by slowly
I feel so lowly
I’m waitin’ for that release
The vivid light
blinded my eyes
as I was reminded
of his deleterious touch
that lingered within my soul.
I struggled
The vivid light
blinded my eyes
as I was reminded
of his deleterious touch
that lingered within my soul.
I struggled
The laughs echoed causing silence to flee
and with it my peace as my tears became souvenirs
who were meant to be the ones of my blood
left me there to suffer in the grave of other women's lost hope.
THIS ISNT MINE BTW ITS FROM 13 REASONS WHY.
I CANT REMEMBER IT ALL SO I JUST CHANGED SOME WORDS.
AND ADDED MY OWN.
Today I am wearing lacy black underwear
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'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.
-
Even if it made the pain worse at first,
All my life I’ve been around
Niggas who think they can take something
From me
My skin
Rips at the sight of them
Their teeth
Do you think you can throw your body without stall
Onto mine, and force me and touch me?
I am not a China Doll
Waiting for personal use from you like this is free
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
don’t look at me like that
as if you felt what i felt
don’t try to empathize
to make yourself feel better
and then ignore me when i’m falling apart
don’t come near
or look into my eyes
I don't want to carry this with me anymore
-
I want my body to die and take this trauma with it
-
Bury us in a shallow grave to rot away,
Until mold and insects and scavengers
I wish you would just hit me
But you got inside my bones
and split me from the inside.
I hate that I’m that girl
who writes poetry about a boy
to feel human again.
But you’re not a boy,
I remember the apathy.
The uncoupling of my mind from my body,
looking out the window as the Toyotas and Fords bombinated by in the dark.
The top heavy tour bus rocked gently,
How could i have been assaulted again?
I must have asked for it
I was leading him on anyway
Then
he took the respect she had for Herself
and the wonders from the earth around Her
he took her her kindness
and what seemed, the air from Her lungs
he took Her curiousity
There are so many things I find I'm forced to remember.
Sloppy drawings of sleepy Buddha in the back of a rotting notebook.
Cake crossing my eager ears, as I jam my hip beneath the stair-rail,
You don't scare me, mister.
The way you threw me to the floor.
Ran me through your fingers,
Like sand and broken pieces of myself.
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,
I watched as my entire soul crossed a threshold.
Time slowed and I saw his face.
It was him.
They said I’d never see him again,
She painted her face the way she painted her body,
To cover the pain and tears he left behind.
~awatr
I am vast and I am blue and more than you can see
I am loud and I will be heard by everyone
So with this crash I say -No- I decree
That I am my own being and I cannot be undone
I hate the way she looks;
But I want to look just like her.
Her olive skin and dark hair,
Her hips that curve wider and wider.
But that’s her not me.
She’s fake but I’m not good enough either.
With golden locks of lace
I waltz around this town
This is no modern palace
This is my old home town
The people pass me by
And whisper to themselves
Am I the man that used to cry
Your eyes turn into dark pools of anger
Bold black eyes seeping into my soul
Dissatisfied with my answer, no.
Each time I call out, they get more coarse.
Your arms cross your chest,
I cross my legs.
I rare met a man with a badge and a gun,
Who deserved to wear it proudly or even at all,
How dare such a man, act with crass and make puns,
When he claims to protect and serve but laughs when you fall,
Seventeen in English class
My ex-boyfriend has assaulted me in the future
And my friend eats pills that make him see red
In a metaphorical sense if you didn’t understand
I’m writing poetry for my teacher
She needed someone to lead her out
of the fire
but instead she got folks who just wanted to
lock up the arsonist.
Was grabbing the perpetrator in a timely fashion
more agreeable than saving his victims?
Teeth gnashing, ripping, and tearing through your body
- ripped apart from inside out.
An internal violent assault
- this is what Cancer's about.
Carrying with it, anger and cruelty-
To the one who took my life from me:
The way my nightmares used to speak
I thought it would be in screams and in shouts.
bend the bruises
mend the stains,
go ahead and break the chains,
wait outside the wrong track door,
hear the voices, not good for
anymore.
break the bones,
like all souls show,
I tried to be strong
But strong is not strong,
And crying is not wrong
If it happened again I would be weak
I would not lie down and take it.
I would cry and weep
and make it impossible
for you
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
Young girl, 13
You just know you’re playing your cards right
Your parents don’t know
That you snuck out last night
Swore you were just protecting your friend
i.
he carved his name into my bones
with claws under which
my flesh festered.
no matter how long
i leave my bones to rot,
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.
Growing up as a young girl with yellow-toned skin,
It was hard for me to find role models I could relate to.
Luckily for me, I stumbled upon Bruce Lee.
Hard working father, scraping by,
stares at the photo he keeps in his box
Soon as it hits 5, he’s off the clock
Little Red made this trip as early as twelve.
Her baggy hood wasn't enough to cover up from the wolves
The feeling of shame, arising, the first time they noticed
that Little Red wasn't looking too Little... anymore.
Still and silent
I float in the deep blue,
the ocean is my master
and I its slave.
Heels, check.
Face, check.
Glasses – better leave those here – check.
There are minimal downsides to being a Poet,
But one of the few is that it's difficult to simultaneously be One
As well as the girl you want me to be.
It's difficult becuase we'll be in English class,
You called to ask me how I was today
Though the last time we talked I was breaking your heart.
You were yelling and you were crying and you said I was to blame.
Walking home from the
grocery store with
two heavy bags, one in each
arm to balance the weight.
A man
blocking the sidewalk
whisky on his breath and blurry eyes
“What have you got there?”
Here I stand, in my apartment, where you broke me, you took the old me, and molded me into something new.
someone I hardly recognize,
who is that girl in the mirror?
There are 77,600,000 girls around the world who do not attend school.
Not 77,600,000 children or adults or people all put together.
Nearly crumbling on the edge of sanity — tip-toed, teetering and tottering
I am ready to collapse at any given moment,
at any given second.
I am fairly certain of my inadequate understanding of this world.
A shiver creeps across the spine
As if lifeless hands were playing it like a grand piano.
Words are spoken in the hushed tone of a eulogy
Dripping off of chapped lips like a venom-spitting snake.
