Rape Poem

Poem Sharing About Abuse

This is an introduction poem to the abuse I lived with for many years.

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It's been 40+ years since I was raped. This is the first time I've talked about it. I was 13 - he was 3 or 4 years older. Invited me over to do some math homework. He was a jock and a dumb...

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Masked Without A Voice


Published by Family Friend Poems July 2012 with permission of the Author.

The truth I hold, took years to unfold, locked up and never told.
Now I speak, for I am done being weak.
A story I will tell, awakening the pits of hell.
Pinned against the wall, being six a little small.
Tongue against my chest, you can imagine the rest.
Touching, feeling, my eyes rolling to the ceiling.
I push away, forced down, I am here to stay and pray.
Day and night, always full of fright kissing, sucking, nonstop fucking.
Crying, weeping, always happened when they're sleeping.
Was I that bad of a kid?
Why was I auctioned with this demon to bid?
Sold to the pervert in the chair, dragged off stage by the strings of my hair.
No one cares about you he said, cutting my wrist wishing I were dead.
He's right, you see, all these years no one gave a damn about me.
A puppet I am to him, dangling from limb to limb.
The years pass on by, I have no tears left to cry.
I escaped this hate, no more videos left to tape.
Visits became less and less, I'm starting to grow up a mess.
Drinking here, smoking there, my life is hard to share.
Making friends with the junkies, parading around town like diseased monkeys.
Every day that goes by, I feel ashamed and left to die.
I tried to share my story to those I trust, but all they wanted was my lust.
Met a boy, come to find out I was just his toy.
I wanted to help his soul, but instead I paid his toll.
Being punched in the face, always leaving with a trace.
Left in harm's way, wasted with no place to stay.
Wandering the streets, giving myself to men with sheets.
Crying while we fuck, gasping for air the more they struck.
I always gave myself for free, it was you who ashamed me.
No respect for myself, no metal to place on a shelf.
Falling down to dirt, clothes stained, blood stained skirt.
The cold making me shiver, drinking the flask and damaging my liver.
Why should I care about my life, here I go carving myself with a knife.
Blood dripping down my thigh, hatred fills me like a high.
All numb, can't feel a thing, the mourning doves ready to sing.
I am not dead, just hanging by a thread.
The ambulance speeding so fast, all I can see is a movie of my past.
All stitched up ready to go, put your cloths on you stupid hoe.
Here I go this life I lead to know, take a seat and watch the show.
Dancing for their eyes to see, please God set me free.
A man took me home that night, my eyes sparkled full of fright.
He was addicted to drugs, veins shot up, full of bugs.
Leaving me in the ghettos, dreaming I was frolicking in meadows.
Touched and abused I was, just so he could get a meth buzz.
Smoke filled air, the smell is hard to bear.
Watching him fly like a kite, he cheers me while I get fucked in the night.
His eyes so black, pinning me like a thumbtack.
The years passed on by, still living my past as a lie.
I did survive this life, I have now retired my knife.
Scars still there, people look at them and stare.
I am sad at times, past full of all these crimes.
Smiling to all, putting my hands out, breaking my fall.
I would like to share my voice, it's up to me to make that choice.

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  • Barbara by Barbara
  • 2 years ago

It's been 40+ years since I was raped. This is the first time I've talked about it. I was 13 - he was 3 or 4 years older. Invited me over to do some math homework. He was a jock and a dumb one at that. I showed up with my homework, but we never looked at it. He took my book and put it on the table. He tried to kiss me and moved us to his bed. I remember feeling as if I was paralyzed by fear. He said, "This won't take long, but it might hurt, because I'm kind of big." It did hurt because I didn't want it. I left feeling ashamed and dirty, my young spirit fractured. I've carried that around long enough. That was rape. He taunted me at school and told his buddies I was a slut. I was a child. The damage he caused in my life by his sadistic actions is immeasurable. 2022 is my year of authenticity. I am dealing with it, and it will no longer have power over me.

  • Lacrimosa Akira Asana by Lacrimosa Akira Asana
  • 6 years ago

Wow. That describes what I felt perfectly after I was assaulted. Crying and ashamed.

  • Morgan Foster by Morgan Foster
  • 8 years ago

It's real and genuine and painful. You are a beautiful writer. You really brought to light the pain that accompanies "living" as a victim, and the strength of a survivor.

  • Kimberly Kay Brown by Kimberly Kay Brown
  • 6 years ago

I was 3 when my step-brother began abusing me. Rape. It lasted 10 years, every day and every night. I had other abusers along the way as well. It will never go away. My abuser is dead now. My parents never cared about me, and they have still to this day blamed me and told my children I was crazy and that my rape never happened. I lost my husband 4 years ago this month to suicide. All I want in this life is to be okay and each day, month, and year I'm further from it. Lost. I'm so lost.

  • Lola by Lola, Queensland
  • 9 years ago

This was so touching! And I agree with umberto. Any one who abuses people, children or adults, should be whipped and hanged and left to die! It is just so cruel and unjust! I hate people who abuses people! It's just no right! What happened to the world in which every one loved each other and was kind? A world in where there was no fear or pain or sadness? What happened to it? Where has it gone? Why is no one making an effort to find it again? Why?

  • Jaimee Zeidman by Jaimee Zeidman
  • 4 years ago

I completely agree with you. People have lost their love and values of humanity. Only God truly feels our tears. Trust me.

  • Oklahoma by Oklahoma
  • 11 years ago

That was amazing.... So good so well written so painful so beautiful. It broke my heart.

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