Rape Poem by Teens

9 Year Old Raped By Next Door Neighbor

When I was nine years old, I was raped by the next door neighbor. I never told my parents because in the same night I was emotionally torn, my father would have went to jail for murder. I'm fifteen years old now, and I wrote his poem to tell my dad what happened that night I sat in the shower for three hours crying; and what torn him the most was the two quotes I wrote, which the man truthfully said to me. Since that night, I've grown stronger and I thank him for my current outlook on life.

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© Amberrae Daniels

March 2012

A Life Change

There was a chill in the wind that night,
one like no other.
The darkness made it hard for sight,
but I knew it was his brother.
The strength of his grip,
the frame of his stature;
as he grabbed my hips,
before I knew it I was captured.
My throat went dry,
I couldn't scream.
I tried and tried,
but the harder it seemed.
Next thing I knew,
an unfamiliar place;
unsure of what to do,
clothes were disappearing at fast pace.
My face turned white,
I couldn't shift.
Frozen in fright,
thinking did I deserve this?
Down my cheek,
the first tear rolls.
As he proceeds,
my mouth he holds.
"Our little secret"
he whispered in my ear.
"You better keep it!"
he became my only fear.
Blood droplets depart,
from inside of me.
Fast pounding heart,
he took my virginity.
Without permission,
without consent;
the one abduction,
he would not repent.
I thank him now,
more than ever before;
he taught me how,
it felt to be torn.

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  • by Nadia Storms, Wi
  • 5 months ago

My name is Nadia, I am 15, I was raped and molested 10 times. I suffer from PTSD, and rape trauma syndrome . Your story means a lot to me and makes me feel that I am not alone, for I feel this way a lot, lost in my own thoughts. Sometimes I can't handle the nightmares and stress that comes with this because it sucks. Thanks for sharing your story.

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  • by Greg Greg
  • 9 months ago

My name is not really Greg, but after my psychiatrist showed me this, I had to reply. Girls aren't the only ones to be... used unwillingly. I was ten. He was 25. All I can say is, it destroyed me. My psychiatrist says this might help, but all it does is let me see there is more out there, fighting. Thank you for sharing your stories. I know it's hard. I would expose the man but... he died in a wreck 1 year ago.

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  • by Sara, Pakistan
  • 11 months ago

My name is not actually Sara, I just don't want anyone to really know who I am. I do however live in Pakistan, where I was molested until I was about 13, by someone who worked very closely with my dad. I won't go into detail about what happened, but I still haven't told anyone, and I'm 15 now. This man I trusted and cared for, who has a family of his own did that to me. He took so much away from me. I read all these stories about these brave people who were able to build up courage and talk about what happened to them, persecute the people who would do such a horrible thing. I can not put into words the utter pain I am in, how I feel, and what's going on inside my head. All I can tell you is that I'm going crazy. I have come to the conclusion no boy would want me, and I feel like whoever will want to harm me in future will not be stopped. I'm in this numb state, in this constant sadness. I've developed anorexia nervosa, but I will not stop. I don't know anymore. All I need right now is someone who has been through what I'm going through, and can talk to me and relate with me and convince I'm not crazy, I'm just torn. Damaged, tired of this helpless feeling I get. Unable to bear it anymore. I want to wake up happy, and i want to sleep without nightmares and his touch. I don't want to feel his hands on me in my sleep, and every fucking corner I turn. I want it to stop, I need this to stop. Please, if anyone is willing to comment on this.
Anyone. I just need someone.

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  • by Survivor, United States
  • 3 weeks ago

Sara I am so sorry for all that has happened to you. I beg you to tell your parents. The biggest mistake that I made was not telling my parents. I do regret it because if I would have told them, my sexual abuse would've stopped long before it ended. You are a very brave and courageous girl to even post about it I commend you. Please talk to your parents.

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  • by Maribel, USA
  • 5 months ago

This hasn't happened to me, so I will not say I feel your pain, but I do know that you will get through it in the end. You just need to come forth and tell your parents or anyone who you feel is going to help you through this. I have had nightmares, but not of actual people who I know. Just know that you're not alone and that some people had it worse and some others aren't here with us right now. You can get through it. I promise.

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  • by Stephanie Graham Washingtion
  • 1 year ago

This is so sad it reminds me of my past. When I was six I was raped by a stranger. Then a year later I was being raped almost everyday for seven years. I was always scared I didn't tell my parents until this year because I was scared. The men that raped me didn't just do that they beat and let people use me for five dollars.

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  • by Margo, Nambucca Heads
  • 2 years ago

I'm so sorry to hear that happen to you all, it's sad what some people do to other people. I was raped and beaten from the age of 11-18 by my own father. The day I turned 18 I moved out and started living on my own. I used to get so scared that my father was going to come and get me because I'm only 18. Now I have been living on my own for about 4 mouths now and within those few mouths I feel like I have gotten stronger each day. What hurt me most was when I finally told some one my step mother didn't even believe me, but my mother did after I had to proved it to her.

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  • by Niharika, India
  • 2 years ago

I was 14 and was always unwell. My parents wanted me to be shown to a priest who would cure me with prayers but instead he made me unconscious and raped me. I gained consciousness only when the pain was unbearable. I've gotten over it by now. I'm 17 and strong enough. All I want to say is that it may be hard and difficult but be strong and talk it out. It helps :)

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  • by Jessica, Illinois
  • 2 years ago

I was molested from the age of 5-15 by my uncle, cousin, granddad, and my dads best friend. I always thought that it wasn't worth living and that I was a nothing. I still feel that way. I feel like hiding and that no one is supporting me. it's a sucky feeling.

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