Rape Poems

Poems about Rape by Survivors

Of all crimes committed against a person, rape is the one that leaves a person feeling the most violated. A rape victim is often left with the feeling that a part of them has been torn apart. Because the feeling is still with them, the victim may have a sense that the crime is continuously occurring. To use another person's body and ignore the soul the resides within is the most egregious crime that one person can commit against another. Rape victims should get help from a professional to enable them to move on with their life.

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19 Poems about Rape by Victims of Rape and Sexual Assault

1. Black Bird
- By Laura C. Lords
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2018
This is my story, about what happened to me when I was 12. The point was to get people to feel, and understand something that not everyone understands. For those who haven't experienced this, I hope it helps you understand and connect with people who have.

Poem Raped At 12

Painting is for pictures
too hard to understand
so let me paint you a picture
of a girl

Painting is for pictures
too hard to understand
so let me paint you a picture
of a girl
who has a little too much to understand..

her heart was a two ton brick in her fist
that kept her pinned
to the exact spot on the ground
he wanted her to be in
when she's 12
and those 27 minutes felt like eternity,
clinging to her sanity

like the last molecule of burned up air in a gas chamber
she slept on cindered feathers
sucking on the bones of her rotting body
holding back panicked breaths
like other kids hold stuffed animals
sinister smiling eyes
venom spit
splashed across her limbs

"You're so pretty.."
you're so pretty.
seeds of fear planted
in a daughter,
whose father,
didn't know,
she couldn't go any farther

the limbs of her body bare branched
creaking away from his whispered breaths
leaves burned up with the heat of guilt
hidden in the smoke are her pleading eyes
her roots ripped up and flung away
with the drop of his pants
gritting teeth sewn shut
with the bone needles of a broken bird
brittle body vibrating
against the pine tree that
looked "so pretty,"
two hours ago

two bodies
two lungs
pressed against the cage
that kept her soul contained
red and blue flashes
translate to blackness
and 6 years later
her sheets are still soaked
trembling with the sound of her own frozen voice
cracking
shattering

melting into puddles she tried to pick up
with dirty hands
and a dirty heart
dripping into the exact consistency
of the mud he left her in
fingernails full of his fingerprints
and the dew on the grass
came from her eyes
and the sheen off her body
clothing buried
and burned
smoking up to follow the bird
that unwillingly flew away

blacked painting hung up
on the pale bone frame
those 18 years and no one taught him a shred of decency
you'd think it should be inked into his humanity
but no.
she sings into the ashes
calling it back
lungs raw
throat black

she can't see his face
she can't know his name
she can't say that
she carved herself up like an animal
creating a scarred picture
everyone's seen before
but few have known
can't say that she breathes a storm
then pounds her body
until her tears turn red
and everything goes numb again
and she can finally believe for a second
your hands aren't his hands

If I knew her what could I say?
that there's something beautiful about skinned knees
and the fault lines in her eyes
and the way she scrubs her blood from the floor
and the fact that I can't stay quiet anymore
the flames my guilt fans
grow brighter when I think
that because I didn't speak
he could have gone on to ruin
another perfect thing
a perfect thing who's picture
looks a whole lot like mine.
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2. Change What Is To Come
- By Anonymous
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2015
I am a very introverted person, but when I start to write, nothing stands in the way. This is about a fourth of the full poem, so it's just a glimpse to fit into the limit.

Life Changing In A Moment

It's strange how a few short seconds can lead you in a whole new direction,
It alters how you think and act and see your own reflection.
From a single moment on, my life was forever changed,
Like everything I previously knew had suddenly been rearranged.

It's strange how a few short seconds can lead you in a whole new direction,
It alters how you think and act and see your own reflection.
From a single moment on, my life was forever changed,
Like everything I previously knew had suddenly been rearranged.

No one will ever understand just how I felt that day,
But deep within this poem I shall try to convey.
I cannot even begin to illustrate the repulsive person I once knew.
I intend to simply express the horror that I went through.

I was abruptly pinned against the wall of a hard, rough concrete stairwell,
At two AM, in Mexico, where not a soul was likely to dwell.
Suddenly I was captured, no possible way to escape.
Wondering if I deserved it, if it was truly my fate.

I tried to fly away, but my wings he had been broke.
I was like an innocent cow that he used to prod and poke.
My mind filled with confusion, and his filled with lust.
He took another part of me with each and every thrust.

Tears like elegant pearls gracefully danced down my face.
I peered into his soul with a firm look of disgrace.
His cold touch like a vacuum, sucking out the life in me.
His ears were wide open, but he wouldn't hear my plea.

Standing there in the night, so scared, so exposed.
I was covered by a veil of darkness, like satin petals of a rose.
The glowing moon looked down at me, peaking through a massive blanket of stars.
I could touch it; it seemed so close, but it was really oh so far.

Worse than at the doctor; he injected me with filth and dirt.
His intention was deliberate; it was very clear and overt.
It is a bit funny that a piece of scum is all he'll ever be,
And the only thing that he accomplished doing in life is me.

Sometimes late at night I simply can't fall sleep
Thinking about how my innocence is no longer mine to keep.
What some can only imagine in their worst possible nightmare
Is my gruesome reality that can't be undone nor repaired.

I may have the sweetest smile, glowing between my nose and chin,
But only I know the truth about the deep secrets held within.
I may have the prettiest eyes that have seen more than they should
And have cried more delicate tears than anyone else ever could.

I may have the kindest heart, but that came with a cost.
It has felt the worst of pains and experienced the greatest loss.
I cannot change the past, an event to which I succumbed.
But I can focus on the present and change what is to come.

We are all so different and yet so much the same.
Everyone, in some way or another, will experience a kind of pain.
Everybody has things they wish not to recall,
Into each life some rain must fall.

Scattered throughout our lives, like a friend that is one of a kind,
Dreary days will steadily approach, bad memories trailing behind.
These dark days are necessary, just as important as the rest,
For if we didn't have the worst, we couldn't recognize the best.
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3. Church Service
- By Makeitcount
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2018
I was sexual assaulted by my step-father from the age 6 till 12. After that I went into foster care. My mom died when I was 10 and we couldn't live together anymore (including my brother) and they were suspecting something too.. It mostly happened every Sunday since that was always the day that we had to come into the bed of my parents to talk about our problems. Only it happened quite different after my mom passed.

It was like a church service
my body was the church
and with all your sins
you came in me

It was like a church service
my body was the church
and with all your sins
you came in me
I tried to be silent
as I prayed for a God

Tears rolling down my face
as I felt my spirit leaving the temple
that once was my body
Sorry father
for everything I have done wrong
Have mercy
for the ones that feel like heaven
may never really have existed

It was like a church service
that I had to attend every week
as I believed in a God
that was there for me through it all
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4. Forever Changed
- By Danielle
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2009
This is a story of what happened to me. Ever since I started writing about it, things have gotten a lot easier and are much more clear to see. Still, because of this, I have been forever changed.

Poem About Being Raped By Father

I heard the footsteps coming and I knew this would be another long night,
And something inside me screamed this time it really isn't right.
The words he was saying were ruthless and cruel,
And each time he hit me, I sat there and obeyed each and every rule.

I heard the footsteps coming and I knew this would be another long night,
And something inside me screamed this time it really isn't right.
The words he was saying were ruthless and cruel,
And each time he hit me, I sat there and obeyed each and every rule.
I sat there blank faced and scared knowing that I couldn't cry,
For I knew what would happen if he saw the tears in my eyes.

Each and every swing felt worse and worse,
And then all I wanted was to be dead in a hearse.
He got real close and whispered, "Bitch, I wish you weren't alive,"
And all I was thinking was you're right, I wish I wouldn't survive.
He threw me against the wall then proceeded to pin me to the ground.
He hit me again, covered my mouth, not letting me make a sound.

I started to struggle and tried to release myself of his forceful grip.
Then the next thing I heard was a loud, horrifying rip.
His hands were cold and I cringed at first touch.
I don't understand how a father could hate his daughter so much.
I froze, and I couldn't believe that this was really going on.
I just kept looking at the clock, wanting him to be gone.

I tried so badly not to think of the sharp pain,
And this wasn't part of his usual game.
I closed my eyes, wishing the time would just pass by,
And that next time I opened them I would be up in the sky.
He pushed harder and harder and excruciating pain was all I felt.
The next thing I heard was the unbuckling of his belt.

Something happened inside of me that I cannot explain.
I got this surge of energy and said, "F you and your reign."
Somehow, someway I got out just in time.
But what he had already done will never get out of my mind.
From then on my life has been forever changed.
It was like all I knew had been rearranged.
I hate him with everything I have in me and so much more,
And one day I want to end this war.
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5. My Virginity
- By Skinny_Cow
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2018
It has been 13 years, and the only way I can talk about it is through poetry.

The Day He Took IT Away

I think back to when it happened,
think back to that awful day.
The day when it all happened,
the day he took "it" away.

I think back to when it happened,
think back to that awful day.
The day when it all happened,
the day he took "it" away.

Fighting. Yelling. Crying.
It didn't matter how loud I screamed.
Nobody came to help me.
Nobody came to set me free.

I still dream of running,
of trying to break away.
Of feeling him catch me,
every damn day.

I see him in the shadows,
even while I'm at home.
I close my eyes and pray he's gone,
only then I can't help but feel him.

To this day I feel him,
his tight grip on my wrists,
The pressure of his body
as I tried to resist.

He continued to thrust away,
as I fought and yelled and cried.
It didn't matter how loud I screamed,
Nobody came to help me.
Nobody came to set me free.
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6. The Help That Never Came
- By K.R.
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2014
I was playing with my best friend. We always made up games to go in the woods. I had always found it peaceful there, and my mother never minded it. She had a fence around that boundary line, and on one particular day, my friend said we should run past it, deep into the woods, where we had never been before. I didn't know better, only being ten, followed him deep in there. It had just rained, so it was muddy. When we were far enough, to where my parents couldn't hear me, he had his way with me.

Child Raped By Friend

The game that started out fun
Turned drastically to fear.
The woods,
Best place to hide in the game,

The game that started out fun
Turned drastically to fear.
The woods,
Best place to hide in the game,
But other intentions were in the air.
The dirty mud clawed under my nails,
The pain increased by seconds.
Pain thriving up my body,
Screams so loud,
I thought anyone would hear.
Anyone would,
should have heard my sorrow-filled cries,
But no one came.
He lingered,
Tearing off clothes,
faster than the light shining down.
Tears poured out of my eyes,
Begging,
Pleading for him to stop,
But the pain only grew,
Till his pursuit was finished with me.
The pain entering
Was like ripping knives,
Like getting cut by a blade; when it heals,
It still leaves a scar.
The pain torched on me was inhumane,
Made by a soulless creature,
But there I still lay. Wilting. Crying.
Still begging for the help
That never came.
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7. Toy Shed Nightmare
- By Ally
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2009
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.

Poem About Life Long Emotional Pain From Rape

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.

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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8. How Could You?
- By Cobi
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2016
A teenager recalls the pain that has stayed with her after being raped.

Trying To Overcome The Pain Caused By Being Raped

How could you do this, do this to me?
I was only 14 when you raped me.
I have flashbacks from all the pain that you caused.
It plays in my mind. Stop, rewind, and then pause.

How could you do this, do this to me?
I was only 14 when you raped me.
I have flashbacks from all the pain that you caused.
It plays in my mind. Stop, rewind, and then pause.
I remember your touch was so cold,
How you pushed me down and ripped off all of my clothes.
You did it harder and harder; you would not stop.
I was lying in bed crying no; I said, "No, please stop."
That night I thought my voice was not heard.
I was a victim, I was scared, I couldn't say a word.
Your touch, your feel, the pain is real.
I feel like a sad little girl
In a big cold and lonely world.
I'm 18 now, and the pain is still with in me.
You're a rapist and my worst enemy.
How could you do something so evil?
You're a monster, a rapist, you're evil.
You will never understand all the damage you did,
The feelings, the pain, and the hurt that I feel.
You raped me, and my pain is real.
I wonder if I will overcome it and heal.
I was raped and I will learn how to deal.
I was raped because I did not consent to that deal.
You forced me and went against my will,
But I'll learn how to deal.
I can say I was raped and my body healed.
Even though I'm sad, I've learned to overcome it and deal.
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9. Masked Without A Voice
- By Serena
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2012
This is an introduction poem to the abuse I lived with for many years.

Poem Sharing About Abuse

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.

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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10. It's Okay Because At Least I'm Not Like You
- By Mistakesimake
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2009
This is a poem I decided to write about my experience with rape and how I realized that he wasn't worth my tears although I'd be lying if I didn't get upset every now and then over it. I mean, I did look up to the man as an uncle or something similar to that, so I hope it helps some people (even though I don't see how) to accept what can't be done and accept the fact that don't worry he'll get his in the end.

You're nothing but a dirty old man
But I knew it was some sort of elaborate plan
It's okay, but let me ask, did I fulfill your needs
Sure it doesn't matter that you made me bleed

You're nothing but a dirty old man
But I knew it was some sort of elaborate plan
It's okay, but let me ask, did I fulfill your needs
Sure it doesn't matter that you made me bleed
Did it feel good to use me like I was just a piece of dirt?
Use those lines all you want, there's no need to flirt?
Tell me you love me while you take it all away
'Cause I still won't believe a single word you say
I remember telling you no and go away too
But apparently it wasn't up to me, it was up to you
Tell me I'm a good girl and how good I was
How there is no need to make such a fuss
And though I still cry in my sleep and feel the pain
And I think of killing you when I hear your name
And I never felt so disgusted like I haven't bathed in years
But I must thank you for making me realize my fears
Before I wasn't scared and believed I was unbeatable
But thanks to you, you showed me that I'm vulnerable
It's funny how easily I can be broken like a piece of glass
How slowly in a moment like that time will pass
But I look at you now and you're nothing but scum
You have no money, no house, no friends, or fun
So even though I'm scarred and the pain will never heal
At least in the torment you live in right now is real
You're thirty years old and you've done nothing with your life
No kids, no relatives, or even a loving wife
Makes me laugh because I realize how sad it must be
To know the only thing you accomplished in doing is me
I'll live my life to the full and have a smile on my face
I'll wipe you off my mind and leave you alone in this place
I don't feel sorry for you or how you find it hard to survive
'Cause you stopped me from living a normal life
So cry in front of me and beg for mercy
I won't show it to you, someone so unworthy
I'll ignore the pain and the tears you cry
And don't you dare ask me why
'Cause put it simply my darling so you could understand
Go back to memory lane and press rewind
Remember my face, remember the untouched version
But from meeting you my attitude has worsened
I'm no longer the innocent girl you once knew
I'm sorry, rapist, if you still don't have a clue
I'm saying you'll get no mercy from me
'Cause where was it when I asked for it
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11. I Just Write
- By Latesha
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2011
I was sexual abused by my uncle, stepfather, and my aunt's boyfriend when I was growing up. This poem is talking about how writing basically got me through my situation. I always say that when I feel like no one understands, or like I'm not being heard when I try to speak, I just write because my paper and pen understands me.

Poem About Healing From Rape With Writing

I can't talk to anybody,
I feel like nobody understands,
So I pick up some paper and grab me a pen.
You see me smile, but if you only knew

I can't talk to anybody,
I feel like nobody understands,
So I pick up some paper and grab me a pen.
You see me smile, but if you only knew
The things that I hold onto
And just can't seem to let go.
I know I must forgive, and I said that I do,
But I don't really think that I actually do.
Forgive my mother, my uncle, stepdad, and aunt's boyfriend
For the pain they put me through as a kid.
I spoke up, no one listened.
So it continued on and I just didn't mention
The things that went on in the middle of the night.
It happened before, so maybe it's all right.
At 5, at 8, at 9 and 10.
Over and over and over again.
She caught him, forgave, got married, nothing changed.
I'm over it now, I really am.
I think about it every now and then.
Have trouble sleeping at night.
I laugh about it now, especially when I used to sleep with a knife.
I know the only way to get over it,
Is to open up and speak,
But when I spoke when I was younger,
No one heard me.
So you tell me, WHAT THE HECK DO I DO,
When that voice in my head keeps saying,
You're wasting your time, no one cares about you.
I can't shake that, I've believed that my whole life.
I'm just glad that God gave me a pen, paper, and the ability to write.
'Cause when I feel like no one hears me,
I just write.
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12. My Heart Skips A Beat
- By Louisa
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2016
I hope this poem makes you think. The guy you like may not always be who you think he is.

He Is Not Who You Think He Is

When I see you,
My heart skips a beat.
I don't want to admit it,
But I'm accepting defeat.

When I see you,
My heart skips a beat.
I don't want to admit it,
But I'm accepting defeat.
I've liked you for a while,
Maybe a while too long.
It's not like a fairy tale
Or a stupid love song.
You just walk by me;
You don't even look.
I wish that you would
'Cause it's my heart that you took.
I doubt that you know it,
But I could be wrong.
If you feel it too
I wonder how strong.
Then one day I see you walking;
You're only a few steps behind.
Maybe you do it to
To see if I mind.
You come up from behind me;
I have nowhere to run.
I used to really like you,
But this is no fun.
You are everywhere I go,
Around every corner I turn.
The sight of your face
Makes me skin start to burn.
That look on your face,
Like I'm your fresh meat.
When I see you,
My heart skips a beat.
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13. The Night That Changed Everything
- By Elizabeth Murphy
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2009
This was the worst thing that had ever happened to me in my life. I think the worst thing about it was that it was a relation who was responsible for this. I felt I needed to let go of the feelings that were deep inside of me, so I thought the best way to let go was to put pen to paper. This is what I got..

Poem Remembering Night Of Rape

Wrapped up warm
Safe and sound
Nothing to worry
But being dreamed bound

Wrapped up warm
Safe and sound
Nothing to worry
But being dreamed bound

Sweet dreams came to me
In the peace of the night
But something would happen
That would change my life

I tossed and stirred
Not knowing what was wrong
I opened my eyes
And turned the light on

He was standing there
Looking at me
Not feeling sorry
But looking for, forgive me

I was shocked and sickened
By what had been done
But I couldn't turn back time
Not for this one

A tear ran down
The side of my face
He took off
At a quick pace

I was left there
Sobbing away
He was next door
And was there to stay

I felt like dirt
Like I wanted to die
I couldn't escape
From this evil guy

In the morning
I found a note
It said, "Sorry, but I love you"
It seemed like a sick joke

My mind started to spin
I felt sick
I put the note in the fire
And made sure I burnt it

A few years have gone by
And here I am
That night is in my mind
But I still stand

I feel so much stronger
Than I have ever before
I'm putting the night behind me
So I can open a new door
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14. Door Of Pain
- By Jennifer
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2008
My Grandfather tried to rape me from the age of 12-15, I finally told a family member and he ran away. No one has seen him since. This poem kind of got me through it.

Raped By Grandfather

In my life you're the one thing I fear,
And before you die, this you must hear.
Every day we were out to play,
we'd laugh and joke, and together we'd stay.

In my life you're the one thing I fear,
And before you die, this you must hear.
Every day we were out to play,
we'd laugh and joke, and together we'd stay.
Even Saturday's we'd go to the mall.
our great rapport was never to fall.
We had our favorite restaurants and we loved to eat,
in our famous foot race, I was never to be beat.
We'd get in your truck and drive off to town,
I was so happy, my face was never to frown.
And as years passed by, your pecan trees grew higher,
and our relationship bond grew tighter and tighter.
Something felt wrong and I hoped it wouldn't happen.
But it did, and I face it each day of my life,
I've got to be strong, I've got to put down the knife.
What you did was so wrong and disgusting, might I say,
you'll never understand how I felt that day.
When people walk by and they start to wonder,
I feel like the rain in a dark cold thunder.
I'm slowly coming down from this misery I'm in,
I'm taking back what you have given because I'm giving in.
I can go to psychiatrists and spill out my thoughts,
they can prescribe me pills and say I've been taught.
They can look at me and say "It's ok, I Understand"
But they will never feel the fear of a,
'Grandfather's Hand'.
You don't look back on what was begun,
you're losing yourself in who you've become.
Now you're gone to where you think it's safe,
where no one knows about the pain that I face.
It's so sad that your neighbors have no clue,
all the people around you don't really know you.
Well, congratulations for fooling the world,
but shame on you for hurting this girl.
Don't worry too much, but a day will come,
when revenge will be given for the damage you've done.
For right now I'll sit in the back of your mind,
while you remember how I used to be kind.
And later on in your old pathetic life,
you'll see me and how badly you ruined mine.
You soon shall feel what I have felt for years,
My head will turn, as your eyes fill with tears.
Now before you die I hope you comprehend it,
The pain you left now that it's ended
I hope your new life is better than mine
I'm sure you're going on like everything's fine
And the day it hits you ... what you didn't see before,
Will be that final day that I close that door
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15. Not Yet
- By Michelle F.
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2014
Hi, I'm Michelle (it's not my real name; I don't feel safe using it). I am 13 and my mom has a boyfriend, my future step-dad. Everything was great and then he started hurting me sexually a year ago. I don't know why I posted this, I guess so I wouldn't feel so alone. Anyway.........

Poem By 13 Year Old Girl Raped By Mom's Boyfriend

He comes into my bedroom in the middle of the night
I close my eyes while my heart beats in fright
I feel his hand come tightly over my mouth
I want to scream but I cannot shout

He comes into my bedroom in the middle of the night
I close my eyes while my heart beats in fright
I feel his hand come tightly over my mouth
I want to scream but I cannot shout
He yanks off my clothes as if they're paper
And when he begins I think to myself it's time to meet your maker
It seems like eternity even though it was a mere hour
I race to the bathroom and try to wash away the pain in the shower

The next morning he packs up his bag to catch his train
But before he leaves he comes back into my bedroom and does it again
I sit there feeling alone and ashamed
Knowing there's no one else to blame
I know he will be back in a week
And to him he must feel like he is on a winning streak

My mom doesn't notice what he has done she doesn't even fret
And when she asks if it's okay if she marries him I beg her, Not Yet.
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16. Who Said You Had The Right?
- By Teyrsa
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2012
The person that I grew up with ruined my life. He would rape me from the time I turned 8 until just recently. I never told anybody, and I still keep it to myself. But I write to forget; it helps me heal.

Poem Written To Rapist

I can't believe you
Don't you have any regret
You were supposed to protect me
But you only failed at that

I can't believe you
Don't you have any regret
You were supposed to protect me
But you only failed at that
How can you live with yourself
Each and every day
Knowing you ruined who I should be
In only the eyes of God
I had a plan, you know
To lead a happy life
But it all came crashing down
On your so called wonderful night
Who told you that you had the right
Didn't you hear the words I was speaking
They were begging you to stop
Never even told you to begin
So I gotta ask
Just one more time
Who said you had the right
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17. Still I Show No Pain
- By Sarah
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2009
A group of teenagers, about 5 of them, grabbed me and each took their turns. They had problems with a couple of my boys and decided that since they can't get to them, they'll go through me to do that. I don't blame them for what happened. They were there for me when I needed them. And every day I thank them.

I don't scream
I don't show no fear
I show hate
...

I don't scream
I don't show no fear
I show hate

My face was burning
I wanted to die
Pleasure themselves
But torture me
I don't cry

Not giving them the satisfaction
Smacked around
Beat down
Still I show now pain

Harder and harder
Still I show no pain

Cursing
Still I show no pain

Inside me
Still I show no pain

About 2 hours
Felt like a lifetime
Everything they hoped for they didn't get

Until I got home
I cried my eyes out

In the shower
I cried my eyes out

On my bed
I cried my eyes out

Best friend's shoulder
I cried my eyes out

Whenever I think about it
I cry my eyes out

When someone touches me
I feel it again
Until I'm aware that it's someone I love
And I grow comfortable again
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18. Stolen
- By Kayla
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2009
This isn't true to me, but it is to someone else.

Poem About Experiencing Rape

every night you come in my room
quietly walk over to where I try to sleep
you start to undress and get in next to me
...

every night you come in my room
quietly walk over to where I try to sleep
you start to undress and get in next to me

"this is our fun little secret"

you turn me on back and pull off my shorts
you put one hand over my mouth
the other on my arms holding them back

"see, this is fun"

you slowly start to push
you are breathing heavily
as you start to go faster

"I love you"

I just lay there and think
what did I do to deserve this
I slowly start to cry as the pain gets worse

"Oh, don't cry"

I try to kick you off
but you just push farther
you took everything I had

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19. Restless
- By Gina
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2009
As a child I was sexually and physically abused by my mother's boyfriends. Today I still suffer from the pain and guilt that I feel. I can't talk to my friends, and I live with my grandmother now. I escaped the actual rape, but it left a scar behind.

Poem About Being Sexually Abused By My Mother's Boyfriends

I wake up every day,
mainly to my dismay,
the pain it caused will never end,
I never had the strength to tell a friend, ...

I wake up every day,
mainly to my dismay,
the pain it caused will never end,
I never had the strength to tell a friend,
how do you open up,
when your whole life you kept it shut up,
how do you get the pain to subside,
when all you want to do is curl up and hide,
this whole thing is my fault,
I couldn't tell my mother I was his default,
even when I escaped the crime,
I knew I would never regain the time.
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Rape Poems

Poems about Rape by Survivors

19 Poems about Rape by Victims of Rape and Sexual Assault

1. Black Bird

This is my story, about what happened to me when I was 12. The point was to get people to feel, and understand something that not everyone understands. For those who haven't experienced this, I hope it helps you understand and connect with people who have.

2. Change What Is To Come

I am a very introverted person, but when I start to write, nothing stands in the way. This is about a fourth of the full poem, so it's just a glimpse to fit into the limit.

3. Church Service

4. Forever Changed

This is a story of what happened to me. Ever since I started writing about it, things have gotten a lot easier and are much more clear to see. Still, because of this, I have been forever changed.

5. My Virginity

It has been 13 years, and the only way I can talk about it is through poetry.

6. The Help That Never Came

7. Toy Shed Nightmare

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.

8. How Could You?

A teenager recalls the pain that has stayed with her after being raped.

9. Masked Without A Voice

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

10. It's Okay Because At Least I'm Not Like You

11. I Just Write

12. My Heart Skips A Beat

I hope this poem makes you think. The guy you like may not always be who you think he is.

13. The Night That Changed Everything

14. Door Of Pain

My Grandfather tried to rape me from the age of 12-15, I finally told a family member and he ran away. No one has seen him since. This poem kind of got me through it.

15. Not Yet

Hi, I'm Michelle (it's not my real name; I don't feel safe using it). I am 13 and my mom has a boyfriend, my future step-dad. Everything was great and then he started hurting me sexually a year ago. I don't know why I posted this, I guess so I wouldn't feel so alone. Anyway.........

16. Who Said You Had The Right?

The person that I grew up with ruined my life. He would rape me from the time I turned 8 until just recently. I never told anybody, and I still keep it to myself. But I write to forget; it helps me heal.

17. Still I Show No Pain

18. Stolen

This isn't true to me, but it is to someone else.

19. Restless

As a child I was sexually and physically abused by my mother's boyfriends. Today I still suffer from the pain and guilt that I feel. I can't talk to my friends, and I live with my grandmother now. I escaped the actual rape, but it left a scar behind.