This is a first person poem about what goes through the mind of a teenage date rape victom |
No I can’t let it go I hate you so much I hope you burn in hell for what you did Nothing can ever be the same I can’t be happy You took that from me I can’t trust You took that from me You stole my livelihood You stole my innocence You stole the light in my eyes But most importantly… You stole my virtue And that is something I can never get back I can be happy again with time I can find someone to trust I can find a new livelihood I can learn to be mature I can discover the way to ignite the light in my eyes But I can never get that back That you can only have once It should be protected It should be defended It should be given away at the right time to the right person Not stolen I told you no I said it over and over I struggled and you beat me I gave up and you choked me You took my body And you tore it in half You may as well have killed me afterwards I am broken I have a broken spirit I want to cry I want to curl up into a ball and weap But I can’t I look at my arm I am ashamed of what I see I am ashamed of what the world sees I am branded I am tagged with scars that prove me weak They indent my flesh They are proof to the world I can mask my tears with smiles I can mask the pain with a busy schedule But the Scars are inevitably seen You see what you’ve done yet?! Still think it’s “No big deal”?! Do you still think of me, Jasper?! Do I ever enter your mind?! Has it finally sunk in yet?! No I can’t just let it go I hate you so much I hope you burn in hell for what you did Nothing can ever be the same |