It was rape

britbrit

I swore to keep my lips sealed

Heinous acts kept in the dark 

The bruises and cuts I concealed

I couldn’t help it

Words of rape from my mouth were spilled 

My hips and lips were sore

These marks and memories are something I could no longer ignore

You clawed at me like an animal 

You were the predator and I was the prey 

After you violated me I was poked and prodded photos taken of my beaten body on display 

My pleas and refusal was discarded 

You expected me to obey

When you were inside of me my fear choked me 

Leaving me with no words to say 

After I felt dead

I left my body that day 

I see your face 

I see your face in my nightmares 

Your teeth that bit me and your predatory stares

I can still feel your nails scratching at my skin 

I think of your hands sometimes and all the places on my body they have been 

You justified the things you did to me 

You told me my body was a walking sin 

You said “ what did you expect to happen?”

 

  • Author: britbrit (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 4th, 2023 03:05
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem is something very personal to me. I seem to only be able to write about personal experiences. this is something I experienced within my home as a child growing up.
  • Category: Sad
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Comments5

  • Neville


    it saddens me to read your account of the ultimate violation and abuse inflicted upon one person, by another .. for it to have happened to you at all, let alone as a child growing up is just one of the reasons I am so often ashamed of my own species .. I hope you find writing cathartic and that you have moved on and are now safe, loved and protected ..

    Neville

    • britbrit

      Thank you for the support. I’m happy to say I’m thriving now. This poem is one of the many things that have helped me learn to accept my experience for how it was and what it was. What’s the saying I think it goes no one knows how much violence it took for me to become this gentle or something like that and I think that has some truth to it.

    • saratree

      Neville said that well- same goes 💕 You have written your poem beautifully

    • Shetonya Latryce

      Thank you for sharing 🙏🏾💞

    • Cedrick

      Thank you for sharing, my heart is troubled by this, I feel sorry for you. Humans are ruthless species. Hope you keep going stronger I wish all the best

    • Jasmine Swift

      When someone truly understands, it's like the greatest weight is lifted off of your shoulders.



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