Rape Poem

10 Year Old Boy Raped By A Best Friend

I live in a rural Alaskan village. When I was ten years old, my best friend began making unwanted sexual advances, and eventually he began to rape me. At first I tried to fight, but he held a knife to my throat and told me he would kill my parents when they came home if I fought back or told them what happened. So I didn't, I hid the truth from them for most of a year, and every time they would leave for any reason, he would come back and rape me again, finally, I fought back and escaped.

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I was raped from 8 to 12 years old. I let it go on so long. And I remember I thought I was doing the right thing which was telling on him. My rapist was my mom's boyfriend. I remember feeling...

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Not A Victim Anymore

Published by Family Friend Poems May 2016 with permission of the Author.

Where once there was love, now only is pain,
I'll never have innocence, ever again.
He took it from me, my childhood,
he took away, all that was good.

Some mornings I, still wake up and cry,
others I curl up, and hope to die.
A knife at my throat, a hand on my ass,
I lay there and scream, but the pain doesn't pass.

He threatens to kill them, my mom and my dad,
if I tell them the truth, tell them he's bad.
So after he's done, I don't even fight,
I lay there and cry, the rest of the night.

My parents return, through the open door,
now I can't be his victim, anymore.
I have to hide it, what happened to me,
if I'm to protect them, they can't see.

I'm broken inside, a husk of a boy,
I have no life, I'm just his toy.
My parents depart, and he's back for more,
I feel like I'm dead, as I lay on the floor.

The pain never lessens, not one little bit,
just keeps deepening, like a bottomless pit.
He leaves again, opening the door,
says to be ready, when he wants more.

So I continue to lie, hide the pain inside,
wondering why, I shouldn't have died.
But now it makes sense, more and more,
I can't be his victim, anymore.

So when he returns, I steal the knife,
tell him to leave, get out of my life.
My parents return, and see my pain,
but I stopped it, from happening again.

I tell them the truth, what happened to me,
They told me they're sorry, now that they see.
But still I am broken, for still I see him,
still I'm in pain, for still I'm a victim.

I'll never get past it, the nights I was raped,
it's part of it now, how I was shaped.
I can't get justice, it's been too long,
but it's not my fault, he was wrong.

One of these days, I hope to heal,
one of these days, I'll get him for real.
Now that you know, you know the truth,
so finally, I'll drop the pretense of youth.

I'm not the little boy, who was raped on the floor,
I promise myself, I'm not a victim anymore.

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by Maysakennedy
1 year ago

This poem inspired me. I didn't get raped but almost did. This guy somehow got my phone number and decided to ask me to send him naked pics, and I blocked him. He would change his phone number and would say inappropriate things. Then one day he called me a b**** and he said he knew where I lived and was coming for me, but thankfully he's behind bars now.

by Verity
2 years ago

I was raped by a boy I had known since age 5. It started at age 11; he was 13. He put his arm around me, and I would move it, but he kept putting it back. I was 12 when he raped me, behind stage at school. I didn't scream, I was so scared. He kept talking sexually and asking me for pictures. I saw him every day and didn't want to piss him off, so I went along with it.

His best friend and I started talking. He told me he hated my rapist. Boy 2 was the first person I told about boy 1 and what he did. He and I talked sexually when I told him I didn't want to. He would kiss me, and I would attempt to push him off but couldn't. He put his fingers inside me and grabbed my neck then smashed my head into a window because I annoyed him. I thought I was going to die. I still see my attackers at school every day. The police dropped all the cases and boy 1's mother told me I should've been arrested instead. This poem is beautiful! I'm now 14 and have been assaulted at least 4 times.

by Haylie Chapman
2 years ago

When I was about 5 or 6, I was continually and violently raped by my uncle. He told me to keep quiet, so I did. Up until about a couple of years ago (I'm 16 now), I kept quiet. I was at the hospital, and they asked me if I'd ever experienced any kind of sexual abuse, and suddenly, it all just came out. There was an entire investigation, and I eventually decided not to take it to court in fear of what would happen. If there's anyone going through any kind of sexual abuse, just know that you're never alone, and it is okay to tell someone. Stay strong.

by Dacia Stewart
3 years ago

I was raped from 8 to 12 years old. I let it go on so long. And I remember I thought I was doing the right thing which was telling on him. My rapist was my mom's boyfriend. I remember feeling like my mom had turned her back on me. She abused me because I had told on her boyfriend. I never asked for him to do what he was doing to me. To this day, I am 22 years old and I still have nightmares and flashbacks. I still have some days where I want to just lay there and give up. But if I were to give up, then it all would be for no reason. Everybody goes through things for a reason. Keep pushing.

by Duvessa Richiossa
2 years ago

I just wanted to say how brave you are and that not everyone is able to keep going after what happens to them. It gives us all hope that we are not alone.

by Cecenia
3 years ago

Hi Dacia,
I just want to say that is a very pretty name. I understand what you are saying. I hope you know you are an amazing person and you are a great survivor. I hope everything you want in life happens for you.

by Nekhalyn Duenog, philippines
4 years ago

I was also abused by my own uncle when I was 5 years old. It leaves me with trauma. I've been in a relationship before. When my love tried to kiss me I just had a deja vu of what I've been through with my uncle.

by Pamela Paige
4 years ago

I was raped from 5 years old to 10 years old. My rapist was my own brother. I have flashbacks and nightmares. I remember going to the police and telling them everything then leaving thinking I had done the right thing. Then my foster mother tells me they let him go. I had days that I wanted to kill myself. I had gone into 30 foster care homes and hospitals. I still can't beleve they had let him go back out there to rape other people. I will never get over that.

by Jess M Stokes, Enterprise Alabama
4 years ago

I hate to hear that. He will have to answer on judgement day. I can kind of relate. I was molested when I was 4 by my sister's dad, and I told my "mom" when I was older, and she called me a liar, but I know he will pay for his actions. I am praying for you, Pamela Paige.

by Briana Baird
4 years ago

I will never be able to explain how it really felt, but I can tell you that it is not something you would want to experience. I can tell you that when you see a man who wants to rape you, run and don't look back.

by Kayla M. Callahan
6 years ago

I know how this feels because I've been through the same thing. It does get easier, but you'll never forget it. People who can do this to others have no heart and no soul. They take what they want without a thought of how you'll feel. I am so sorry for you and anyone else who has felt this pain.