Rape Poem by Teens

This is the story of my life after I was sixteen. My uncle/step dad raped me violently many many times. My family didn't believe me, they chose to sweep it under the rug. My mother stayed married to him, and instead kicked me out with nowhere to go.

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When I was 14, I was drinking with what I thought were a couple of good friends. Everyone left but me and this kid whose house it was. He kept persuading me to drink more and more. Somehow I...

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You Didn't Care

© more by Britney

Published: March 2013

You said that you would always be there
You said that you really did care
Instead all I got were your bullshit lies
You didn't once stop to listen to my cries

It started with a beer
Then two than three
I didn't notice the way that you started to leer
Never registered that it was anything more than family love

After three I couldn't talk
Hell, I could barely walk
"I'll help you to bed"
That's what you said
What you didn't say was that it would be your own bed

I begged, cried, pleaded, swore not to tell
Your response was it will only hurt like hell
You were rough, kept a hand over my mouth
It was over soon, but a piece of me was dead

You made me into a walking corpse
No one bothered to even notice
No one would have guessed
Until I got the courage to tell

No one believed me
You made your story so damn good
Why would the uncle and step father who has been out of prison ten times be horny enough to rape his niece?
I ask myself the same damn thing

Mom was pissed
Sister called slut
The rest just ignored me

A week passed and I was kicked to the curb
Left to defend on my own
You didn't care if I was hurt or I died
Out there in the streets, middle of winter

I made it though
Just barely, sometimes I slip up
Sometimes I cry and think why me?
It's a good question
Why me

What did I do to deserve the way that you treated me
I didn't dress, act, or say anything odd
No it was all in your head and it just goes back to show me
That you didn't care

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  • Cheyenne by Cheyenne
  • 2 years ago

I was raped by one of my stepdad when I was 3 and at the age 9. I know how it feels to get flashbacks and I also have very bad depression too, and it hurts me when I remember what happened to me. I got taken away from my family when I was nine and now I'm 16 and have been in foster care for almost nine years. I don't know if I'll be able to sleep with my boyfriend because I was raped by a family member and all. So this is my story and I hope you all understand.

  • Chasity Nicole by Chasity Nicole
  • 3 years ago

This happened freshman year when I was 13. I was dating a boy I thought I could trust. One day after school he had convinced me to "accidentally" miss the bus and hang out with him and his friend at the park, which happened to be right next to the high school. I wasn't comfortable at all in that situation. He came over and took my hand and led me to the park bathroom. He started kissing my neck, and at one point I thought I was ready, but then when he started taking off my shirt, I quickly changed my mind. I said, "No, stop, I'm not ready." Then I started to get scared. Then his mean, murderous eyes felt like a dagger the way he look at me with such hate and anger. He took what he wanted. He took my innocence away. I am now 16, with a long term boyfriend, going on 7 months. We have sex, and sometimes I have flashbacks. I start crying after. He ruined my life, and he lives down the street from me. My life was ruined simply because I was raped at 13 by a disgusting human.

  • Not Telling by Not Telling
  • 3 years ago

I was sexually assaulted throughout my life. Scratch that; I still am. Every year during summer vacation I go out with my family to see my distant relatives. Every year during that time I am repeatedly kissed, groped and fondled by my older (male) cousin. Last summer, I opened up to a close friend and cousin (they are one person) about what happened, and it turns out she had been experiencing it as well. First came anger. Then came sadness. Then came jealousy. Then self-hatred for being jealous. Then things began to change, and not for the better. My cousin who I had opened up to began to touch me in my sleep (we slept in the same bed). During the day, I was ushered into a hidden room by my older cousin and used in there. At night I was touched and forced to touch by the one person who I had believed I could trust. I have been touched like that without my permission for as long as I can recall. I'm 14.

  • Kelsey Capron by Kelsey Capron
  • 3 years ago

In 2014 I was raped by my uncle for 3 months. I was forced to live with him and my step-father. I grew up being molested, but this was worse. He would come in when I was sleeping or showering, even did it in front of my little sister. I was scared and only told my cousin. It took me running away for my parents to find out. No one believed me. They said I was seeking attention. I was forced to go back until he started beating me. He admitted it and was supposed to get 8-12 but got out on good behavior a year later. It's been 4 years. I'm now 18. I have severe disabilities because of it. I see a therapist every week. I don't sleep at night because of the nightmares. He ruined my life. I live in hell while he's out there raping other girls.

  • Bee H by Bee H
  • 4 years ago

When I was 14, I was drinking with what I thought were a couple of good friends. Everyone left but me and this kid whose house it was. He kept persuading me to drink more and more. Somehow I was laying on his bedroom floor wasted. I was in and out of consciousness. The next thing I know, he was on top of me. He starts kissing me, and I tell him to stop, but he doesn't. I black out and when I awake my pants are around my ankles, my arms are being forced down, and he was raping me. I said no and tried to get him off of me, but after a while I gave up and just looked away while he continued. I felt so dirty and ashamed. I was stripped of not only my virginity but of my dignity and pride. I was raped by this person around 6 times after that. I wasn't always drunk. And he wasn't always exactly gentle. He was very rough with me. Sometimes he hit me and threw me around. Told me that I was trash and a slut and that I was asking for it. I'm now 15 and I now have severe depression and ptsd.

  • Nazareth Ban by Nazareth Ban, Makati Philippines
  • 5 years ago

When I was eight years old, I was being raped by my cousin a couple of times. I can't speak up because of fear that they might not believe me. After two years of being raped, the older brother of my friend attempted to rape me and by that time I chose to speak with my mom and all has been changed but the nightmare still lives on me.

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