Poem About Questions Asked By Rape Victim
I was 6 years old and he was 19. My mom's cousins friend. He and his brother took turns fucking me until I bled. My mom didn't believe me when I told her and eventually I learned to shut up. At …
Published: Feb 2009
Why Did You Pick Me?
Why did you pick me?
Why did you take my hope,
my pride and virginity?
Was it my fault?
Was it meant to be?
Did I do something wrong?
Someone please help me.
I was young and hopeless with
no one to turn to.
I just wanted to be loved or even rescued!
Drugs were the only way to cope,
it was the only way to feel free,
to feel relieved.
Who am I?
an outrage waiting to happen?
Who am I?
a destroyed teen with nothing to live for!
What am I?
a disappointment and disgrace?
What happened to me?
How did I get this way?
All I wanted was to be normal,
and to feel loved.
All I wanted was happiness without drugs!
I'm all alone with no one to hear,
I had no one to turn to.
My father was never around and my mother
never really made a sound. I had to cope on my own.
But now I feel that I grew to be very strong.