Rape Poem by Teens

Facebook Rape

First year of college Rez: Halloween 2010 is when it happened. I met this guy on the school's Facebook group. He seemed really interested in me because he had found me in a photo with a friend, asked that friend for my name and added me. We talked to each other off and on during parties and out for smoke breaks. That night he Facebooked me asking if he could come up for a movie. I woke up him on top on me. Pigs told me not to charge him cause apparently guys make mistakes.

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You wrote my story almost exactly the way it happened. Except the scum that attacked me said he had chose me two weeks prior to attacking me. I wish I never reported it.

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To My Rapist

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Published: April 2012

You were a friend,
Someone I thought I could trust.
I told you nothing would happen,
But you didn't give up.
You invited yourself in,
And made yourself at home,
Because you said you knew how hard it is to be alone.

How stupid was I,
to actually believe that little white lie.
What started out as innocent fun
Turn into a life on the run.

You knew what you were going to do
before you even came into my room.
For that, I just do not see
why the courthouse didn't believe in me

The evidence was there,
But the pigs' will to work was not.
He even said he didn't think he'd get caught.
So please tell me, how this could be?
Dose my rapist really have more rights then me?

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  • Kristen by Kristen, Pennsylvania
  • 6 years ago

You wrote my story almost exactly the way it happened. Except the scum that attacked me said he had chose me two weeks prior to attacking me. I wish I never reported it.

  • Singapore by Singapore
  • 7 years ago

I was molested by my own father. Worst to me, when he was not at home off to work, his male siblings came one after another and did the same thing. My grandmother didn't know as she thought they came to say hi and play with me. My mom was not around as my dad and her were separated.
Who should I tell, as I didn't know what happened is called. But at those moments I knew some things were not right and against my will. After all, they are my relatives.
As I grew up to this day, and have my own family, I will always be there for all of my children, no matter what. Thank God, I have a rightful, protective and responsible husband and father to my children.

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