Rape Poem

Poem About Lingering Emotional Pain From Rape

This poem is a reflection of my past. It is a true story that happened to me as a child. I will never forget this and I hope you won't either, because it is to help and to prevent this from happening to others.

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I'm 17 now and I still can shake it. I was raped at the age of 8 by my biological mom's boyfriend. It hurts me so much because my mom was there letting it happen. After getting adopted, I...

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Toy Shed Nightmare

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Published: February 2009

I still remember the dark dirty floor
of the toy shed in the backyard.
The pain as every piece of clothing I had on
was getting torn off in fast motions.
The hand covering my
mouth as I screamed for someone to help me.
The help never came.

As I screamed with the sweaty hand over my mouth
I thought that this was it,
I was going to die.
I was only six years old,
all my hopes and dreams were over,
nothing pursued.

The pain was something I'd never felt before,
it wasn't a cut nor a scrape.
This pain would never go away or heal.
Then as if time stood still
I lay there thinking what my parents would think
when I told them what had happened.
I tried so hard to get myself to safety,
but I was weak, every move I made
felt like the world was crashing down on me.

When really it was a fourteen year old boy crushing me
as he forced his way into my innocence.
Taking away every purity I had
and leaving me with pain and suffering.

At that moment I prayed that I would die.
For to live a life with this pain and wound that would never heal was
unbearable.
As I stopped screaming I thought I had died.
The pain was still there but I felt a light shine on me.
As I looked up I realized the torture was over, he had fled
the toy shed and went back into his house.
I lay there naked in my own blood trying to figure out why this all
happened, and why it had happened to me.

To this day there isn't a moment that goes by that I
don't think about that day in the toy shed.
The pain and suffering still lurks in my head as I dream at night.
It isn't forgotten and never will be,
for that is how I learn and grow.
Sharing and preventing is something I strive for.

No one should feel that way.
No one should cause that pain.
For that pain lasts a lifetime.

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  • Janavia  Cook-bey by Janavia Cook-bey
  • 2 months ago

Hi, my name is Janavia, I'm going to tell you about my story. One day I was home with my dad and we went down in the basement, and he asked if I wanted to play a game. I was 5 at the time, and I told him that I wanted to play. He told me I had to take off my clothes, and then he started touching me. Then at 8, my brother forced me to do things and told me if I ever told he was going to kill me. I'm 14 I realized I had my first miscarriage. Now I'm 20, and I finally told my family, but of course they said I was lying, so I'm dealing with depression.

  • Taylor Broussard by Taylor Broussard
  • 1 year ago

Hi, my name is Taylor, and I'm 18 years old. I was 17 when it first happened. I was going out with a guy, and on the day of his little brother's birthday he took away my innocence. On that same day a very close friend of mine passed away, so I kinda just forgot about what he did, so I don't remember it clearly, and that's how it happened a second time. It was on the night of my close friend's funeral. It was around midnight. I was in excruciating pain and weak and just tired, so I went to lie down and he took me from behind. I can still hear his voice telling me, "Only a few more minutes," while I begged him to stop. I tried pushing him off, but I was just so weak and powerless. I still cry myself to sleep some nights because it still continues to haunt me even when I close my eyes because that second time I remember so crystal clear. I keep my pain hidden behind my smile because I don't wanna be a burden to anyone, so I let my poems do the talking for me.

  • Stephen K. Yeboah by Stephen K. Yeboah, Ghana, Accra
  • 1 year ago

If you believe in Jesus then tell your problem to Him and ask Him for His help. I know for sure that He will never, never forsake you.

  • Emily by Emily
  • 1 year ago

I got raped at 13. I still have flashbacks to this day. I'm almost 19 and I cry myself to sleep still. Sometimes I wake up from a nightmare and can't go back to sleep. The pain is real, it feel like you've been ripped apart. Nothing ever goes back to the same way. You live in fear and don't know who you can really trust.

  • Arrey by Arrey
  • 2 years ago

I'm 17 now and I still can shake it. I was raped at the age of 8 by my biological mom's boyfriend. It hurts me so much because my mom was there letting it happen. After getting adopted, I thought it would never happen to me again....I was wrong... About a year ago he came back for more. I feel like it was my fault for opening the door that night without seeing who it was first. I cried and screamed that night. I couldn't believe it was happening again. His voice still lingers in my ear. I've been having flashbacks and nightmares. My mom feels guilty because she wasn't there to help me. I feel the pain every time I close my eyes. I'm not fully over it yet, but I'm slowly getting there.

  • Mira Kerns by Mira Kerns
  • 6 months ago

I understand how you feel. I was raped for 18 years, and my mom and dad weren't there. It was hard. I promise it gets better. Some days are better than others.

  • Ashley by Ashley
  • 2 years ago

I was raped, too, and it sucked. It felt like nobody understood me. Nobody knew. They said stand tall. My mom ran out once she heard and hasn't talked to me since. I guess I deserved it, after all it was her husband. This is all my fault. It was my fault I was raped.

  • Deborah Lotempio by Deborah Lotempio
  • 1 year ago

Ashley, this was NOT YOUR FAULT. You were the victim. You did not deserve this. Shame on your mom for leaving and not helping you. I hope her husband is in jail. Call a rape help center. You can get shelter. Tell your safe relatives that you feel you can trust what happened and that you need their help. What happened to you was wrong. You are NOT to blame.

This has happened to 3 of my family members. We move on only because of turning to Jesus Christ. Whatever you do, turn to Jesus Christ for help. Read your Bible or get one. He hears your cries. You can talk to him about anything. We were able to move on for this reason only. There are people who do have caring hearts. This is not your fault. Remember this and repeat it over and over again. Let the police put him away in jail so he cannot hurt anyone else ever again. We had to do this, and you can do it!

  • Gani Ansa by Gani Ansa
  • 2 years ago

My name is Gani and I'm a 28 years old man. My first sexual assault happened when I was 6 years old by the guy who lived 3 blocks away from my house. I can never tell anyone about my story. It is a shame in where I live.
I don't want to hurt my parents and my family, but it has changed my life. I see the world differently since that day, but the worst part is it happened again and again, more than once. I've become something I don't want to be. I'm stronger now. I've gained my smile, but my past will always define me. I've been hiding myself. Let the world judge me. I've been keeping too much pain, but it is tragic how one can never get used to it :(
This is my first time sharing my story. This is a fake name and to make me safe enough to tell my story. :)

  • Alice by Alice, Ridgeland Sc
  • 6 years ago

hi, my name is Alice. I begin to say I hope you find peace of mind and not live in the past even though it is so hard to do. This is so similar to my situation when I was about 6 or 7 my mom's boyfriend son who was a year and a half older than me started to touch me and he analy raped me. I can't forget that moment. After that I just got so depressed and started to cut, but then years later I saw him and he was look at me with those eyes, (he didn't stop till I was about 11 years old) now that I'm 15 years old he tried to force me to give him head in the end I did it. He pinned me to the ground when I was taking a walk out side and now I am ashamed of my soul, I just want to die, but then I wonder what he is doing now. But he ruined my precious little mind. May God have mercy on their souls for what they did to us. I hope you cope with this, know that god is going to get whoever did this to us will pay.

  • Precious by Precious, Syracuse NY
  • 7 years ago

Hi, my name is Precious. I'm so sorry that this happened to you. It also happened to me. I went to spenp the night with my aunt, and I almost got raped by my uncle. I was about 6 or 7. I didn't understand why my uncle will do this to me. He did not rape me, but it hurts that he tried to. I feel like I always got to watch my back when I'm around boys or men. I told my mom when I was 14. I'm 15 now and am still trying to get over it. I hope you feel better and may God be with you. I know that God will punish these people that are ruining our lives.

  • Brianna by Brianna
  • 7 years ago

Hi my name is Brianna and I'm sorry that this happened to you, but it also happened to me too. I was just one year younger than you and the guy who did it was in his 20's and he was my babysitter I was only five and now I'm 14. It's been 8 years and I just went to court again for this reason and I have soo many nightmares because of it I wake up crying from it. It hurts every min of the day and it hurts really really bad. I thought I wouldn't get through it but I did somewhat soo if I could so can you . (:

  • Selena by Selena, Alabama
  • 8 years ago

I was 6-8 when I was molested by my baby sitter. His name was Robert. I let it go on because he said that if I told me and my older brothers would get whooped. He touched me in so many ways it's scary. He would come in my room picked me up I would try to scream and kick but he just tied my mouth up. I slept in a different room than my brothers which I regretted. I cry when I think about those nights. But, one day I built enough courage to tell my mother who got so built up with fury she beat him and not me! I was so happy that God had sent me an angel to give me courage because know one thing God will make it stop.

  • Alexandra by Alexandra, San Diego
  • 8 years ago

I know the pain you have gone through, the tears that never end that pour down your face, I know how it feels to be trapped in a small room with no door to get out, I know how it feels like to be scared even in your own home. I mean after all isn't home suppose to be a place were we can hide from our fears and feel safe? Well I guess it's not true because home is were I was hurt the most my whole life. I held it in all these years but I promise that one day everyone will know and they will pay for what they did. I'm tired of being scared all the time of having nightmares, of not being able to sleep with my eyes closed. I still cry till this day because the pain I feel is never ending, I know for a fact that although they get punished for what they did to me I will always feel that fear in my heart, I will always think of them as my monsters because they ruined my life, my childhood everything. When I looked into their eyes I saw evil and harm, I will never forgive them, never.

  • Christina Hansche by Christina Hansche
  • 8 years ago

Wow! I was raped when I was 16..It hurt and I never really got over that..It's hard to move on when something so bad happened..

  • Lowelaa by Lowelaa
  • 8 years ago

I wish I were as strong as you. but I'm not. well anyways here's my story I was 3 when I was raped by my mothers younger brothers boyfriend and he was 13 at the time it lasted a year. when I finally stop things just got worse and didn't want to go thought that again. because his family blamed me and my mother saying it was his fault that he was innocent. soo when I was 5-6 two of my brothers started, and I just couldn't cope soo I just let it continue and didn't bother telling.

  • Ally by Ally
  • 9 years ago

I try everyday to learn from what happened, that it wasn't my fault and that blaming myself won't heal my wounds... I take comfort in knowing I am still alive today and that means that I can share my story and help others.

  • Katie by Katie
  • 9 years ago

I'm not sure how you can cope with the pain or move on. It hurts so much and is hard to deal with it.

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