Black Bird
Painting is for pictures
too hard to understand
so let me paint you a picture
of a girl
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.
Painting is for pictures
too hard to understand
so let me paint you a picture
of a girl
I snooped through my sister's diary on her phone, and I found out she has been sexually assaulted and raped, though she was not sure as it happened when she was younger than 10. She was...
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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.
I'm Lizzy. This is one of the hardest things I have to say, but I need to get my story heard. I was born into a family of addiction. Until the age of 2 and a half, I was drugged countless...
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Blood boiled in every vain,
Like a flicker in every flame.
Tears streaming from my eyes,
'Cause my life is built on lies.
Sabrina, you truly are heaven's blessing. This world needs more people like you! I want y'all beautiful ladies to remember you're strong, beautiful, and a warrior of God! Don't let the...
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.
Hello Skinny Cow, I wanted to give you distant gentle hugs and say to you that the greatest love of all is in your heart. If you can reach in and forgive within your own mind you will be...
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.
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.
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.
As I read your poem, I can't come up with words to explain how good it is. I was 4-5 years old when my father forced himself on me the first time. I was so scared because my mom was in jail...
I believe in lots of things,
But I don't believe he can change.
Made me believe I was in the wrong,
Made me ashamed
First off I can say you're not alone, I was raped in 04' weeks before Xmas and till this day I don't look forward to xmas. And know this, it isn't your fault. You did nothing wrong. I'm sorry...
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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...
Please don't be embarrassed. I can relate to you. It's not your fault. I'm still learning that it wasn't my fault either. Just get help.
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 was raped from the time I was 2 - probably younger, as I remember my sister being raped as an infant, but I only remember from the time I was 2. My mom tried to protect us, but every time...
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
My father raped me when I was 6. I still remember when he said, "Don't worry baby, every family does this; it's normal!" But one day at school in 6th grade we were called into the auditorium...