Rape Poem by Teens

Overcoming Memories Of Sexual Assault

I have been reading about sexual assault and becoming more aware of this topic. This poem is dedicated to victims of sexual abuse.

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One night I was with my neighbor's 16-year-old son and my sister. My parents had gone out on a dinner date. As soon as my parents left, he smiled at me and put my sister to sleep. I was...

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Published: January 2017

Images
branded into my memory,
hot with pain and guilt and hurt.

Images
flashing constantly
inside my head.

His greedy hands
touching me, feeling me,
wanting more, more, more.

Slithering up my thighs,
creeping down my back,
ricocheting fear through my being.

Images
of locked doors,
bolted windows, and closed shutters.

Remembrance of hot panic that
hijacked my soul
as the lights flickered off.

Images, images, images
boiling inside of me,
dying to be freed,

to be told, unleashed,
because I can't keep it a secret
any longer.

My words cut through
years of pain,
drunken, endless nights of

suffering and abuse, of
pain and guilt and hurt.
Pain, pain, pain that never ends.

I was surprised when others told me
they have gone through
the same.

I see images
similar to mine.
Images of

their father, brother, teacher
using them, hurting them.
Images of

the hands that cease to touch,
the consuming fear,
the guilt...

But I also see images of
healing, of escape, of
a better future.

I hold onto these images
as strength to persevere,
as a promise that life will get better.

It is not my fault.
I am not broken.
I have survived.

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  • Mia Flint by Mia Flint
  • 2 weeks ago

One night I was with my neighbor's 16-year-old son and my sister. My parents had gone out on a dinner date. As soon as my parents left, he smiled at me and put my sister to sleep. I was watching a movie when he started asking me questions about my period and gross stuff like that. Then he ripped my clothes off and forced himself inside of me. I asked him at one point to stop and why was he doing this. He just said he will tell my parents if I donĀ“t have intercourse with him. I was afraid and did it. I kept on doing it until I was 14 and then I had the courage to tell someone. So I can relate to this poem more than ever.

  • Madison Lee by Madison Lee
  • 2 years ago

When I was 17 I went to a party. I drank a little too much and everything went black. I woke up with a boy I thought was my friend inside of me. I survived, but every day I have flashbacks of his shocked face when I woke up.

  • Ria by Ria
  • 1 month ago

i had the same experience. What happened to me that night didn't sink in until a month later. Ever since then, I would just feel lost and cry whenever I remember how I woke up with someone I know, naked, no blanket and sore.

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