Recipe for the End

rpgiii

Katie's parents like most across America,

Clueless her daughter was a target,

The one's who protect and look after her,

Now cursed with an image they'll never forget.

 

  You see, Katie ended her life this day,

In the backseat of the family sedan,

Two sheets of paper with all she had to say,

On her lap as the car engine still ran.  

 

Found by her mother while checking the noise,

That was coming from their two car garage,

Then screams so load she lost her voice,

"Keep her alive", she shouted to God.

 

  But Katie was already gone,

Prayers became curses to the Lord,

She grabbed her daughter and held on,

In the backseat of the family ford.

 

  As she took the note and began to read,

The humiliation she had endured,

Pressured to participate in shameful deeds,

Popularity would definitely be the lure.

 

  A pretty girl who developed at a young age,

14, smart, and a very bright future ahead,

Until what she described on her 2nd page,

The scenario and reason Katie is dead.

 

  It happened a couple of weekends ago,

At a party thrown by a senior at school,

She along with 3 friends decided to go,

Thinking it would make them cool.

 

  The girls started drinking before the party,

Katie the least experienced with alcohol,

Mixing coke with dark Bacardi,

The 1st of three very bad calls.

 

  At the party they continued to drink,

While teens made out and stripped,

Lost, now the ability to clearly think,

Bad call #2, a skinny dip.

 

  Katie was getting nauseously ill,

"If she will lay down she'll feel alright",

Suggested a senior by the name Will,

Then he led her away and out of sight.

 

  To allow this was bad call #3,

He got her to a room and locked the door,

Him, her, a phone to record his evil deed,

Beginning his molestation and rape on the floor.

 

  Finished, he dressed and left her alone,

She lay there until the next morning,

Woken by her ringing cell phone, Naked,

without an explanation for it.

 

 The next two weeks at school,

her last, From the pretty, popular,and smart girl,

Suddenly treated like a social outcast,

Bringing an end to her perfect world.

 

  A video passed around for all to see,

Now labeled a slut, tramp, or whore,

Harassed and groped by boys constantly,

She couldn't take this abuse any more.

 

  3 bad call and a disgusting pervert,

Abandoned and shunned by her friends,

Scared nobody would believe her words,

The recipe for this tragic end.

 

  • Author: rpgiii (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 13th, 2017 09:46
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • burning-embers

    A very powerful write. Provocative. What is wrong with our society today.

  • onepauly

    what a clear message to put on the net.

  • FredPeyer

    rpgiii you wrote a very strong poem. I like the way you structured it, nearly like a news report, letting the facts speak for themselves, without any emotions interfering.
    As for the subject matter, it is so sad that after all these thousands of years of evolution some of us still behave worse than the so called savages.

  • rpgiii

    thank you all for your comments. it truly is an epidemic and a shame this still exists in our society. Young girls are still heard with a skeptical and sometimes deaf ear. While young boys are believed and protected unfairly with cover-ups or it completely being swept under the rug.

    My poetry for the most part is dark but it is derived from real situations none personal. Just seeing the world with both eyes wide open.



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