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When I was raped

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I cry

And I cry and the tears hit the floor where my body should be,

But in this small moment,

My mind is free.

And he hits me

My love

And the blood flows oh my love

The silken red petals of the rose with the thorns that I grasp so tightly.

Until I am torn.

From the ankle to the hip

And the knee in thigh

In my face

In my eyes

And I cry,

But not loud enough.

I haven't the strength.

The voice that blazes in the faces of the strangers I know it leaves

With my mind

And my strength is blind,

My courage is blind

With the fists gnashing on the teeth

The screams that never came free.

As the lies and the lies and the lies but the court doesn't lie and even when the court decides the world chews me up, spits me out, calls me a liar.

And I cry.

The pain, the loathing of the decisions that were made and the decisions that were not made and the decisions that were not mine when my choice was taken.

Pried from my hands and my faith and my childhood.

Brought to this place.

With the floors and the walls and the shoes that I put on to play the part in the cast that I was bred into.

Still trying to stay awake.

The denial.

The blame.

The fear and the pain that happened but didn't happen at all as it's washed away so that someone doesn't have to believe.

And the fear is real.

And it happens as it happens and happens again and again and again until the earth screams with the blood spilt on her soil.

Salvation is a consequence in a population if men with no morals.
Posted by Anonymous on Apr. 3, 2014 at 10:11 PM
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