Rape Poem

When I was 4-7 years old I was being raped. I tried to tell someone but they thought I was just crying wolf. Those things that had happened wrecked my childhood. I was scared of everything and everyone, and I hated myself for letting it happen. But I realized deep down inside, I had the strength to end it all.

They Can No Longer Hurt Me

© Sabrina Child
Blood boiled in every vain,
Like a flicker in every flame.
Tears streaming from my eyes,
Cause my life is built on lies.
Over powered by my fears,
So I kept quiet for many years.
The secrets tore me up inside.
With a twisted mind and arms atied
They took their turns,
So I buried the burns.
I grew up thinking it was my fault.
My fault for every rape, and every assault.
Those dark memories still haunt my brain,
And still I feel I'm the one to blame.
Every night I lie awake,
Wondering how much I can take.
If only someone would have listened,
To the screams and to the pleads.
Maybe I could have ended it all,
And still be able to stand tall.
But enough's enough.
Tonight I will stay tough
And maybe for once they will see
That they can no longer hurt me.

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Published: Jan 2009

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  • when I was a kid.. between much the same ages the same happened to me and when I told my mother she told me that she didn't want to cause problems in the family because you see it her brothers son.. I was politely told that IF it happened again to let her know.

    from that point on I was and am broken.. but I'm strong like you and I know he cant hurt me any more

    kristy Submitted Feb 2009
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  • I know what you feel. when I was 4-6 my cousin would ask me if I wanted to play "house", but what I was thinking was house was different then what he had in mind I found that out quick. He held me down and told me to put a hand over my mouth and he did the same thing he did things to me. I didn't know what they were or that they were bad. So I played for a little bit till he did things I knew were horribly bad. I've never told anybody about it because I know the answer anyway. But the thing was he was only 4 years older than me. I'm now 13 and he's done many bad things to people and I think that its my fault that I could have stopped them if I told someone. I could have saved his little girl from wondering where daddy is.

    Brandi Submitted Jan 2010
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  • that happened to me from the ages of 3 to 12. I told my mom when I was like 4 that my cousin did that to me and she ignored it and than I finally said it last year when I was 16 and she told me she didn't want troubles in the family too. I'm with you on how that feeling is

    Your poem is really good.

    Kyndal Submitted Mar 2010
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  • It makes me mad.. how mothers cant act with ignorance.. my mom was like that.. I bet my relationship is like the rest of yours is with your mother.. I have kids of my own my oldest is 3 when she was 2 she was molested by a 12 yr old.. I went nuts I did all I could do and that s.o.b got away with him.. he will be 18 soon!! I have a chance to talk to my attacker, I'm scared outta my mind.. I want answers I may not get the answers I want but I'll get something.. I writing an auto BI..

    Lauren,Tn Submitted Feb 2011
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  • I am a 53 year old women who was raped by her husband we were together for almost 30 years, it was the 4th of July 2010 when I was home alone and he came creeping in I was asleep in my bedroom and he went there was on top of me before I could do anything and raped me, I remember his words your still my wife and this will happen, I cried please don't, he laughed and said if I told anyone he would kill me, it might not be today or tomorrow but he would get me in the end. The criminal justice system did what it could but know he is out and I am scared, I don't know what he will really do help me

    Jennie, Denver Submitted Mar 2011
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  • Growing up I didn't know my real father my step dad was my father. I developed fast at an early age at 12 I would notice his stares. It made me uncomfortable it was no longer the loving father I grew to love. I would have nightmares about it and wake up in pain. At thirteen I awoke to my nightmare my step dad on top of me raping me.... I can finally say I forgive and let go cause he might of had me but he would never have the best of me.......... God bless you....

    Jasmine, Milwaukee Submitted Oct 2011
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  • Umm when I was 9 I got raped didn't tell nobody but now I'm 13 I just told my bestfriend and he is a boy he sat down and listened to me I never saw him cry but he was crying. Well the man is in jail for 35 years..

    Breanna,Dallas Submitted Mar 2012
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  • I am the one who wrote this poem. And I have a couple words to share.
    Kristy- You have the power to end it. I didn't believe that I did, but I stood up for what was right and came out the winner.
    Brandi- Please don't blame yourself, for it is NOT your fault. Unfortunately we do not have the power over other people or their actions. Stay strong.
    Kyndal- I am proud of you for telling your mom. And thank you so much for saying you enjoyed my poem. I hope it gave you at least a little bit of strength. Just know their are MANY of us who end up going through this.

    Sabrina, Okanagan Submitted Mar 2012
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  • I am the writer of this poem...
    Lauren- I'm so happy to hear that you stood up for your little girl. I would've lost it also. And when it comes to facing the prick I hope you get the answers you are looking for. Let me know if you get your auto BI published. I would love to read it.
    Jennie- I'm so sorry. I walked in on my dad raping my mom. So in a way I can relate. I hope your okay, and able to overcome it all.
    Jasmine- Your words are so encouraging. Pretty much like you said, he might have taken something from you, but he will never be able to steal your faith, or spirit. God Bless.
    Breanna- I'm so FN happy that that guy got what he deserved!! I'm proud of you for having the courage to tell someone. Its better to let it out than bottle it up inside.

    I am so proud of all of you for overcoming this horrible event in your lives. Stay strong girls!! <3

    Sabrina, Okanagan Submitted Mar 2012
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  • Hi .. My name is Destiney. I Want To Start By saying that I'm sorry for what happened to you guys and Sabrina I love your poem. I don't know why I'm on here because I've never been raped but I have been molested. I know it isn't the same thing and I could never relate to you ladies but I feel a connection with all of you and You ALL are beautiful and no one could ever take that away from y'all. God Bless You All and Please Keep Writing

    Destiney, Charlotte Submitted Mar 2012
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  • Hi, I'm Tania, I have been reading a lot of these poems and comments and all I can say is that it all brings back memories that haunt me. I am now 17 years old and when I was 7 up until I was about 13 or 14 I was molested then rape . I never told anyone because he threatened me. He was my mom's ex-husband. At first it was like any other relationship because I was 5, then when my mom left to work he made me sleep next to him and then woke me up . He told me to stay quiet and did things to me that I couldn't take. This went on for years and it only got worse . Up until I got the heart to tell my mom. He's still out there and I just hope he hasn't done it to his own daughter or anyone else. I was emotionally and physically damaged and to this day his image or name haunts me.

    Tania, Pennsylvania Submitted May 2012
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  • Hi, I love your poem and I admire your strength. All of you ladies have a strength I hope to one day have. I am 17 and my father raped me from when I was 8 until I was 14. When I turned 14 my father died in a motorbike accident and I have only been able to tell my secret this year. I buried the memories which are coming back to me and it only makes it more frightening. I feel proud to know that one day I could have the strength and courage that you wonderful ladies have. I am so sorry about what happened to you. God bless

    Shae, SA Submitted 6/22/2012
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  • See I'm twelve and the same thing happens to me. I just don't think of it that much but it bothers me so much peace and love

    Ariel Submitted 10/2/2012
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  • I was raped a year and a half ago by my band director. I've been having issues with it since then. I've tried to tell my friends and no one seems understand the pain and psychological side of it. I just feel trapped in every sense. This poem finally made sense of it all to. Seeing someone go through a similar situation is a new and hopeful feeling. Its been a struggle everyday, but I'm getting the courage to hopefully go to the authorities soon. I can't live like this anymore. The worst part is, I looked up to this man. He's married and has kids. What kind of person rapes young girls?

    Thank you for sharing this poem

    Kelcie, Kentucky Submitted 10/5/2012
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  • I was gang raped 12 years ago while I was in the Army serving my country, by three black men that were in the same company as I. They took turns raping and beating me, I had a giant bruise around my neck, a black eye, swollen face. The guys said, that they didn't do it and that the sex was all consensual, and that I was lying just to get them in trouble. The investigator didn't do a thing but a slap on the wrist. I tried to commit suicide, because no one believed me and they would be sent to their next duty station and I was discharged from the Army. I have PTSD now because of the rape and beating. I am in a great relationship and I told him what happened and all I heard was silence then he hung up. The next thing I knew he was at my front door with tears filling his eyes and asking me how I could keep the rape and beating a secret and I should let everybody know what happened.

    Las Vegas, Nevada Submitted 1/24/2013
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