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This poem is dedicated to all of the young girls who are crying out for help. Maybe someone doesn't believe you now. But keep trying to speak up & get help. Don't end up like the young lady in this poem. a similar thing happened to me. At first nobody believed me but I kept trying to reach out & get help. Eventually a very special person who I explained my story to, helped me before it was too late. The man who hurt me is now behind bars where he should be & he can never hurt another girl for the rest of his life. so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't give up hope. reach out & get help. no girl deserves to go through what I went through...

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© Joyce Alcantara
There is a reflection of pain in her eyes, as she fights back tears.
Trying to figure out why she has put up with it all of these years.
Innocence gone.
Just taken away.
Struggling to deal with it & be free someday.
Tries to tell someone but no one believes her cries.
Just another young girl getting some attention through lies.
Suicide has crossed her mind but she will not go out that way.
Thinking well maybe if he can't find me, he just won't rape me today.
Perfect smile.
Broken soul.
Living in this situation that she just can't control.
Things get worse & he beats her more.
Loses all self respect for herself when he comes through that door.
Fed up & full of hope she tried to fight back.
He pulled out a knife, all she saw was black.
Out of her misery & out of her pain.
Put her in such a place that she can't even explain.
But she tried to tell someone although they didn't believe her cries.
Just maybe if someone would have listened...this young girl would still be alive.

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Published: May 2008

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  • Wow that poem was unbelievably good but at least the girl in that poem tries to speak up I wish I had the guts to

    Laura Ridge Submitted Aug 2008
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  • I was 15 when this happened to me, the animal was someone I saw as my father and 41 years old. That poem says EVERYTHING I have felt since then...I've written a full book on how I feel and the ONE wish I have is that we as victims and beautiful people do not give up...yes its hard I fought for 3 years and woke up every day thinking he would once again have control but I couldn't back down. I fought for myself and for all the others who cant find the strength...NO one deserves this and those animals don't deserve to get away with it.. Peace out Ladies Love Maddie
    Joyce your amazing thank you

    madeleine Deguara Submitted Sep 2008
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  • OMG!!!!!! OK I don't really have story like I've been raped or anything but it has came close once before if it wasn't for a man outside watering his grass. I was only a 7th grader in junior high and I stayed after school to take a test and when I was walking home five seniors were messing with me tossing me around and the guy watering his grass came and got me and walked me home.

    Kelela Submitted Sep 2008
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  • This poem says everything. I was 9 year old. It went on for to years. The person that did it was like my brother. Just think, being 9 years old, I tried to tell someone, they told me I was lying, but when they finally did believe me he had done the same thing to my best friend.

    ashley Submitted Sep 2008
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  • Beautiful poem, you captured every emotion that's somebody that has been raped feels.

    Lara Submitted Oct 2008
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  • Wow this poem is just like what I have been through ever since I was 9yrs. old my dad used to rape me almost every night. he would beat me if I just looked at him wrong. To this day I am still scared of him. I was placed into a foster home 2-3 yrs. ago and I still am in one. I still don't feel safe. and I'm sure I never will. and because of my dad I have been raped repeatedly by diff. men and have been pregnant 1 time before and I lost it because the dad of the baby beat me. I will never forgive my dad!! I have sooooo much hate towards him. I feel like it's my fault and to top it off my mom knew about it but now she claims she doesn't remember any of it.

    Nikki Thede Submitted Oct 2008
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  • I really liked this story! iv been abused since I was 6...but not sexually abused! only verbally and physically…

    kaity Submitted Oct 2008
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  • I was 8 yrs old when a friend of the family started molesting me and my younger sister. I know how it feels to feel like no one cares about you. This poem captures all the fear and pain that I felt for a long time. I am now 30 yrs old and Have accepted the lord God in my heart. and the man who did the molesting to me was sent to prison for a long time. I will pray that God touches the hearts and helps heal the hearts of the young girls and boys who gets raped and molested in this world.

    Tammy H. Gregory Submitted Apr 2009
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  • I know what you guys are going through. I have been in and out of foster homes since I was 2 years old. I lived in a badly abusive home, I would get the crap beat out of me just cause they didn't feel happy. I would get radios thrown at my head, my aunt sitting on my back pounding my head in the ground. Trust me, I know how you guys feel, I was raped from age 4 to 17. I have been homeless too many times. I know what its like for the world to turn its back and you just sit there waiting for it to come back.

    Amber Submitted Apr 2009
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  • omg. I am really sorry. I knowhow you guys feel. I almost went through that same situation.

    eugenia Submitted Jun 2009
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  • This poem right here just talked to me. I was one of those kids that fell through the cracks. I was molested by my father for five years and I had told my mother and the cops when it first started happening and nothing was done and then four years later I told again because I had a little sister and thankfully he is on his way to jail but my mom still thinks he didn't do it. this poem helped me realize I'm not alone and its going to be ok. thanks.

    Jessica Submitted Sep 2009
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  • I was in a situation similar to this. I am safe of course but no one believed me. Not even my best friend. My mom has no idea and I can't tell her. There were two men involved. I am fighting each day, not to hate every guy in this world. All I think when I see a guy is hey he is cute... is he gonna be a guy who loves me for me, or is he just gonna rape me? I am so scared to date. I am a Christian and the Lord is helping me through each day, for I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

    Kelsey Submitted Nov 2009
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  • Well thru out my whole life I was abused by my parents and my older brother. And I am now 16 and I just reported it all last year..and it's all blahh...But this is such a true poem..and I love it to death! I guess all I can say is I'm sorry this happened to you and I wanna say that believe in yourself and believe that it was NEVER nor will EVER be your fault no matter what happened.. I'm here if anyone needs to talk!!! :)

    Thanks!

    Jenn, PA Submitted May 2010
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  • I tried to get help for 13years but still no one believed me (still don't besides my sister but she wouldn't help either)... but I’m old enough now I can get away on my own... only problem is I can't get free of the memories

    Moirra Submitted Jun 2010
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  • These words are very moving......I think you spoke from the hearts of many a broken soul

    Norfolk Uk Submitted Sep 2010
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  • I was molested as a child by my older brother.. from age 6-12 I couldn't tell my parents until he left the home by then I was age 15. It was so hard for me... but I did tell but by then they couldn't report it or do anything I just had to accept it. I am a Christian I have forgave him. I am now over it and happily married.

    Tricia, SD Submitted Oct 2010
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  • When I was 8 years old I had to walk home from school and this man stalked me for 2 months and I didn't notice until I actually thought about it later. He asked me if I'd seen his dog, I said no, he then asked me to come see a Picture I said no, he then asked if anybody has ever touched my around my bottom, I then said no, he then replied by I'd sure like too, he then grabbed me. he raped me. dropped me off in my front yard sometime in the middle of the night. he didn't wear a mask or anything so I knew how describe him. He is behind bars.
    Thanks for listening,

    Kylie, Ok Submitted Jan 2011
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  • I'm not trying to be mean but everyone who says I almost went trough that and I almost went through this...That's just the thing. You ALMOST went through it... You didn't. So Please stop saying that you know what we went through because you really don't. It's terrifying and you feel like it's your fault or you did something wrong or sent the wrong signals. You think Oh No That person doesn't look like they can hurt a fly or even your best friend. You think you know somebody but the thing is... You don't. You never know what we went through until it happens to you. And I hope that you will never know what this feels like. Because it's horrible and its a really bad feeling. I'm sorry I wasn't trying to be mean.. Just saying.

    Sydnie, Louisiana Submitted Jan 2011
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  • This poem really spoke to me. My uncle sexually abused me from before I can remember to when I was eight years old. It took me years of fear and constant nightmares to tell my mum, and even after that I was more scared than ever before. It wasn't until a month ago (I'm now 15) that I found out my uncle had been in jail for 10 years for sexual abuse on someone other than me yet still his whole side of the family hated me and didn't believe me. I wouldn't go near men and I became really paranoid over this and I'm finally starting to move on and reading the poems that people put on this site and reading the comments makes it so much easier because I know that there are others out there who know how it feels and that there's always someone to help.

    Thanks Jess

    Jess, NZ Submitted Mar 2011
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  • It was last year when I was 11 I've just recently turned 12. I was going to my bestfriends house and she lived behind a bowling alley. We were walking up to 711. It was about 12:00 at night when I saw a group of guys there were about 5 or 6 of them. I didn't know how old they were either. My two friends were up ahead of me because I wasn't paying attention. When I finally looked up I didn't see my friends but the group of guys were getting closer. they took me to a gated dumpster area, and took turns raping me. I had never felt so scared and horrible in my life and I told my friends that I had just decided I didn't want to go and stayed there. But to this day I still haven't told anyone.

    Maci,Texas Submitted Aug 2011
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  • This was so sad!! I've never been hit but I have been raped... these poems on this site mean sooo much.. I feel horrible for that girl... I wish someone would have listened... no one really believes me today.. besides a few friend who wiped my tears when I cried.. I am slowly trying to forget his face... that awful face...

    Alexis Submitted Nov 2011
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  • Hi I feel the same way, I have had a lot of horrible things happen to me in my life. I was molested at the age of 9 and abused verbally and physically. Most of my life I have spent my life in foster care and I am still am to this day and I'm 18 year's old, I have been homeless so many times locked up for fighting because as a child I was beaten every day if it wasn't every day it was every other day, and the beatings just got worse I got beaten with anything my dad would get his hands on, not mention he would say everything to me and it hurt. All I wanted was to have a normal family but I do now living in foster care, Don't let abuse get in your way of making something out of yourself, I am going to college in the fall and I'm finally reaching my goal to graduate highschool that I never thought was going to happen, I am strong and so is every one else that had to put up with this b.s

    Minnesota Submitted Apr 2012
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  • I have been through the same situation with the same emotions it's very tough since I was 9 to the age of 16, I had no guts to tell until it went bad ... long story but I know it's never your fault.

    Shelby K , Bradford Pa Submitted May 2012
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  • First memory of molestation was age 6. Was turning 7 when he decided he couldn't keep his hands to himself. I now know my stepdad had been molesting me since I was 2 just to young to remember. He told my mother. She did nothing but told me he promised he wouldn't do it no more. He did repeatedly, I got tired of telling and she wouldn't do anything I gave up. I'm still suffering from this today

    Vanessa Submitted 5/28/2012
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  • I've heard so many cases like this. It's a sad thing to think about. Thanks for speaking up for the many voiceless who are suffering. This poem will change the mindset of many the very moment they read it. Just think of how many victims will gain strength from this poem!

    Sonia, Madang-Papua New Guinea Submitted 7/20/2012
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