Not Another Rape Poem

I don’t want another female to get up and recite a rape poem Not another he touched me beneath my panties Preyed on the innocence in me Can’t take these demons that’s still touching me in my sleep poem Not another female subjected to the pain and humiliation of laying spread eagle Legs wide open, Tears dropping from eyes of a woman forever scorn Forever left product damaged, marked half off on the clearance rack Now a battleground of cheap bargain thrills and half off sales Left to heal those torn pieces within herself on white notebook paper Filled with black lines of memories that cross the lines of reality and fiction Read at poetry readings with people who don’t want to hear another rape poem As it females being raped is yesterday news that’s no longer making headlines But every day another young girl lays victimized to an enlarged penis and fondling fingers That force dirty secrets mixed with shame and intimidation Breaking the foundation of innocence and creating environments of hostility housed within said girls self-esteem So what does it mean to say I don’t want to hear another rape poem When girls are still being raped and molested Still subjected to a society that rather keep secrets than admit that mothers are turning their backs on their daughters Choosing to love men that engage in pedophilia and pretending not to know that the daughter is the mistress the mother is looking for When torn flesh turns into scar tissue and the mind never heal It only plays back over and over again Sometimes in silenced cries whispered into bed sheets Or in an overly tough physical appearance used to ward off such encounters Sometimes the mind shuts completely down and block out to black out those bouts from cast doubts like here comes another rape poem But on the day I wrote this poem, a 10-year-old girl gave birth Because her mothers 40-year-old boyfriend but his penis where it shouldn’t fit Because most people listen to rape poems without hearing it So colored girls are still considering suicide because the red in their panties Is casting blue thoughts on their pale yellow minds Blacking out hopes for the rainbow they thought their future would be So getting up to recite another rape poem isn’t about sympathy Because most raped girls sympathize with themselves And don’t need to be put on shelves to receive guilty sentences they’ve already been given We recite rape poems because silence is what urges men to continue reaching under skirts and creeping into beds at night We recite rape poems because every 2 minutes someone is sexually assaulted 1 out of 6 women have been a victim & most women still continue to recklessly leave their daughter with men even after it has happened to them So we recite rape poems to bring awareness because rape already has enough shock value

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