Your weight impeled against me

I was gasped and out of recognition

Bomabared with emotions

I was lost in that moment

You tore my inner wear

And forcefully pushed yourself

Furiously you tore me apart

My cry

My scream

Got to knows attention

His silence was prevailed

Left me punctured with no dignity

Got Me through alot of thoughts

Suicide was my meal

I valued the end of my existence

More than my growth to life

The memories never earsed

The nights never become calm

Each days progress hurt more

Than I could express

My relations towards men

Never become easier

My emotions were lost

My perception was ventured and abused

My friend told me her story, it affected me because of how some men are animals and wild. This rapists are consider switched off to emotions and through some process they are connected to their reality to feel what they did, but it still never gives me any justification or reason to do waht they do. Better to buy a prostitute than abuse someone for your benfits.

32 thoughts on “RAPE

  1. I take my hat off to you for speaking out about rape. We all should, out loud, express the pain, the rage, the hurt and the courage to continue living.
    You have all my respect for denouncing rape as a horrible act perpetrated against another human being: a woman, a men, a girl, a child. It is a montruosity and I denounce it as such myself too,

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  2. No one should go through this alone, it’s a powerful and painful share! But these so called “people” need to be punished and women need to have a professional help to survive such a trauma…
    I hate to even read about these things…make me so angry…

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  3. I love the strength of your poem, so well written. Thank you so much for the follow. I really appreciate this. However, there is a much better writer than me, whom I strongly recommend you and all your followers. It is my friend Mario Savioni. His novel “Pickles and Tarts” (very short chapters, easy to read), is a story where 54-year-old Frank has been selected by 19-year-old Nicole through a dating site. Frank looks at Nicole’s photos on the site and is attracted to her beauty. Nicole tells him she has a boyfriend and is not interested in a romantic relationship. She adds: “It’s fun to talk to different people sometimes.” The only apparent thing Frank and Nicole seem to have in common is their interest to write stories. Perhaps they want to meet just to write one together? Now Frank has already started to imagine this story, a story-within-the-main-story. “Pickles and Tarts” is a lovely story of illusion-delusion, dream-reality, non-conformist with the Capitalist system, reflective on love, sex, drugs and human relationships in today’s world. It is profound and highly intriguing. I recommend these two chapters where chapter 11 has a strong connection with your poem:


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