Change What Is To Come

• by Carmen Nieves
• 4 years ago

This poem broke my heart. Sometimes people try to masquerade what happened and even forget about it, but it always comes to light.

• by Anonymous
• 5 years ago

It's frustrating that we live in a society that teaches women not to get raped instead of teaching men not to rape, teaches women not to wear short clothes instead of teaching men to respect their choice, teaches men to respect women as her right not their duty.

• by Ziba
• 5 years ago

I was raped when I was 13-years-old by two church members. I was tied to a bed. I was so secretive that I couldn’t tell anyone. There was this void that was deep in me. I cried bitterly but to no avail. I began to sleep with different guys. I became a sex addict. It really affected me and was almost becoming a disease. I was used by all my male friends. Everyone just wanted to have sex with me and leave. I felt so ashamed. I got pregnant at 17 and never told anyone. I carried out an abortion, and that almost took my life. I didn’t know the father, and I didn’t want to stop school. It’s pretty hard for me to concentrate on anything because I keep seeing my aborted baby.

• by Lizzy Herridge
• 5 years ago

I'm Lizzy. This is one of the hardest things I have to say, but I need to get my story heard. I was born into a family of addiction. Until the age of 2 and a half, I was drugged countless times, physically abused by my drunk mother and her boyfriend at the time and raped on multiple occasions. I was adopted into a "nice" family... apart from my father abusing me. It was a horrible time. One day he finally moved away, but I still loved him and saw him every week. By this point in my life I had repressed the memories of being raped so much I didn't remember it had happened. Then when I was 10, my own father molested me. If that wasn't bad enough, it brought back all of the memories - in detail, of my past rape situations. Every day for over 3 years I have gotten flashbacks to every single one of these times, which has ruined my life. Pretty much everyone I have ever loved has used me. Thank you for taking your time to listen to a broken 13-year-old's story.

• by SapphireRose
• 5 years ago

Okay, I have to share this for the first time ever. When I was 11 years old my best friend, Asher, raped me. I am only 13 years old. I have been through hell since then. I have not told anyone except my boyfriend. Putting the pain down in words is impossible for me. The past two years I have been molested by my brother's best friend. I told my mother the first time. She has asked if it has happened again, yet I am too scared to tell. My grandmother knows. She says I am a snob who only wants attention. It hurts to be writing this, but I love this site, and feel that I can share this here.

• by Esther
• 6 years ago

Reading this poem brought me to tears. My best friend was raped by someone she thought was a good person. He had recorded it and sent it to many people for a "joke" and denied the fact that she pleaded for him to stop. He took away her innocence. I never really understood how it must feel to be raped, but I knew she cried all the time about it. Reading this poem put me into her shoes. Somehow reading this, I felt the same pain she did, and memories that weren't even mine came to mind. I wouldn't wish rape on my worst enemy.

• by Anastacia M
• 6 years ago

When I was 16 I was raped by one of my closest friends. He lied about it when I finally got the courage to speak up. Although it eventually brought about awareness, people still tell me that it was my fault. That I was asking for it. I was wearing leggings and a sweatshirt watching a movie. It is never the victim's fault, and when victim's finally speak up, we're shut down again.

• by Broken
• 6 years ago

I don't know how to put this, but I was molested when I was six years old. The person that I trusted was the one who betrayed me. My sister's caretaker told me that it was a game we were playing. She touched me several times in the period of months. It didn't hit me till I turned 12 that something had happened. I tried to justify that no, it was not molestation; it was just a game, but no. In recent years it has been eating me alive. It's not that I want to die, but it's just a feeling that I can't describe. Nobody knows about it except me, but every time I think about it...the more it kills me.

• by Anna B. Cargill
• 6 years ago

I'm a young poet. At the age of 11 I was sexually molested by my driver. It was almost 10 pm and very dark. Your poem has brought back memories of that night. I was so depressed. I didn't talk to anyone. I just pretend nothing happened, but deep down I was hurt. I attempted to take my life several times, but at the very last moment someone was always there to stop me. I can't tell you that I feel your pain since I managed to escape that fate, but I know it's not easy to overcome. Please continue writing.

• by Jo
• 7 years ago

Relatable. All of it. One thing I learned yesterday, though and have yet to get used to...you didn't allow it to happen because permission has little and/or nothing to do with verbalizing a "yes" or a "no." If you were asked, "Do you want this to happen? Do you want to be violated?" surely the answer would have been a resounding "no." With that said, I hope the author and anyone else believe they, as the author put it, didn't "succumb to it" - it terribly happened.

• by Jenaya A. Bell
• 7 years ago

I feel like I've lived that. The way you described it brought back memories that I kept buried. This is so touching and has managed to bring tears to my eyes. You hid your pain, so did I. I kept it bottled up and no one would expect me to ever say that. Your poem has touched me in so many ways that I applaud you.

• by Ninja_zombie, Australia
• 7 years ago

That was an amazing poem, it actually made me cry. Keep writing! What happened to you was terrible and no one should suffer that. Though I hope your future is much better.

• by Tanya Titarenko
• 7 years ago

Wow. As a reader I could never feel your pain! But your poem made me feel some sort of pain. I know it's not the same as you had but yet, I loved it! Please, I am begging you, continue writing! Especially if it helps you to release some of your pain.

• by Sibongile
• 7 years ago

Wow, reading through this poem made me feel the pain you went through even though I myself have never been raped but I relived some of the days when an old man would look at me with lust and made me hold their filthy things when I was young. This made me grow up wanting to just give my body to any guy I met even if it was our first meeting. But as I allowed God into my life, my self worth came back just in time before I could do something I would regret for my whole entire life.

• by Chelsey King
• 8 years ago

I have been molested and raped as a kid. It started when I was nine years old until I was 17. Every day straight with every guy my mom has been with. My mom was with a different guys every night. I have been sexually, physically and emotionally abused by family and strangers. My whole thinking process is so messed up. I feel like no one understands me. I feel abandoned all the time.

• by Rachel Ajayi
• 9 years ago

Hi my is _ and I'm 14. When I was around 11 I had depression. I used to cry myself to sleep and try to make myself escape reality. I was a normal child you could never look at me and think I had depression. It got so bad that one day I started to think about suicide. I had written my note and was ready to end my life. Then I went to a friend's house to see her. We watched a film and I really liked it so I went home and googled similar films. From then on I've been obsessed with films and tv shows.
This isn't a usual depression recovery story but watching films did help me as it made me forget all my problem even if only for an hour and a half . It has helped a lot.