Pepe Le Pew raped my cat
(This fictional poem is based on the cartoon character.)
I called the police and reported a rape and they rushed to where I live at.
But they beat me with their sticks when I told them that the victim was a cat.
Somehow my cat got a long streak of paint on her fur.
When Pepe Le Pew finished, she sure as hell didn't pur.
I gave him a good kick and I got sprayed.
I cut off his balls, he has seen better days.
He treated my cat like a whore.
He won't rape cats anymore.
poem by Randy Johnson
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Rape Me
Rape me
Rape me my friend
Rape me
Rape me again
I'm not the only one (4x)
Hate me
Do it and do it again
Waste me
Rape me my friend
I'm not the only one (4x)
My favorite inside source
I'll kiss your open sores
Appreciate your concern
You'll always stink and burn
Rape me
Rape me my friend
Rape me
Rape me again
I'm not the only one (4x)
Rape me (rape me) (8x)
Rape me
song performed by by Nirvana from In Utero
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No Need to Second Guess(response to comments on) 'A Scar Called Rape')
the answer to your comments
are right there in the seems
stitched up tight
hatred, fright, that night
fictional accounts
do not hold up right
the seems rip from lies
the right is not given in poetry
to fictionalize a true occurrence
a real moment in time
yes the rape happened
words of hate cannot describe
in such detail of my account
you say i hope
i hope it is false
but it is true
I'm am living proof
rape happens
we cant second guess people
their ability to inflict upon others
in the way rapist lead a victim
control them long after it is over
i am living the life of a survivor
it is not fiction
to make a story
about such an image
a scar of an occurrence
a fallacy called rape
it is not pleasure to read I'm sure
but we cannot compose ourselves
we cannot dream it be true
we do not think its possible
the sickness spread from fetish
controlling a woman
an innocent girl
fiction it is not
it happens
no need to second guess
we live in a rotten world
poem by Audrey Marie Kay
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Why Me Only?
Rape here and rape there, rape is every where.
And country is become a big Mogul Harem, my fear;
Rape in the village, rape in the town:
Rape in sari, rape in gown:
India, secular, socialist and democratic:
But of late has become a rape republic.
Rape on an infant, rape on an old:
Rape of a student, rape of a tourist, told:
Rape by a friend, rape by an enemy:
Rape by majority, rape by minority;
Rape by the rich, rape by a poor ward:
Rape by forward, rape by backward.
A paid rape and a free rape,
A group rape and a compulsive rape,
All are socialist and secular,
In this perversion, hateful;
Daily it is breaking news,
Still there is no emotion to view.
I had survived, from among the dying,
The rapists reached to rape me, trying;
In my mother's wombs, unborn, I was a fetus;
No safe corners hide to shun the pain, tedious;
As I got a shape of a beautiful moor,
The dark sheep are there to maul my contour.
'This single act ends my own life, ' is one,
Where all the pains reside;
Crushed by the mis-fortune of some deadly sin-
Can't be washed by greatest win.
I lifted but hated my self here,
'There's no solace any where! '
"It is a dark spot, where all light spent,
All darkness! " cried I, Intent;
It hit me hard to graceless mutiny,
I was hideous, hopeless without scrutiny;
I sat, where night never ends;
Heaven's radiant show never lends.
poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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In Response To 'I Like To Be Raped
When young and innocent
And someone as hurt you
Beyond anything you know
Or understand
You say is it ok to be raped?
Is it ok to be handled
In away because of what a man
Needed to do to you
I just don't understand why
Why would you as a victim think like that?
If he forced himself
With and you not knowing what he meant
It was rape
If he told you it was ok
What he was doing
Fondling you in intimate ways
It was rape
If he says you're only doing
What your mother dose
In ways were he makes you think
It's ok to do those kinds of things
Its rape
Men I have learnt only cater
To their needs
And those are the ones
That have no care what you feel
It's sad to think
That life can be so cruel
Especially to ones
Who think they are no good
I see a child
Confused and scared
One that needs to know
You are not alone
poem by Kaila George
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That's not rape
A man was convicted for rape even though he didn't commit that crime.
He'll be branded a rapist for the rest of his life and that's a long time.
When this man slept with a woman, he promised to wear a condom but he did not.
He didn't deserve a rape conviction but that's what he got.
Rape is making a person have sex by force.
Not by neglecting to wear a condom during intercourse.
I'll be the first to admit that what that man did was wrong.
And he probably does deserve his jail sentence that is long.
But he shouldn't be called a rapist, that's not fair.
Such injustices might not happen if people were more aware.
poem by Randy Johnson
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An American Prayer
I’m gonna kill, rape and plunder
cause I do what I’m told to do.
My government would never lie,
so I do what I’m told to do.
There are little, brown people
who want to hurt me and you;
so I kill, rape and plunder
and do what I’m told to do.
Well, I kill, rape and plunder
so the rich get what they’re due.
I shut my ears to the screams
of the children that I've slew.
Well, they’re just godless heathens
who don’t believe in good like me and you;
It’s alright to kill’em
before they kill me and you.
They hate us for our freedoms-
not because we bomb them night and day
or starve them into submission-
it’s our Christian duty that we slay.
And so I kill, rape and plunder
and do what I’m told to do
cause I’m a loyal American
and I do what God tells me to.
poem by Kendall Thomas
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Rape, the swedish way
Rape, The Swedish Way.
Go to Sweden
Meet a woman who likes you
Be on your toes
She may regret it next day
Tell police she has been rushed
And that’s rape
According to Swedish law
So be careful now
Get a written permission
Before you have intercourse
It is an odd rule
Making fools out of women
Who cannot say No
Feeling they can’t resist
A man’s overpowering charm.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Red Rape
If rape was a color it would be red
the definition of rape an red
aren’t the same, doesn’t matter to me
I told you to stop
I told you no
It doesn’t matter what I say
nothing is the same
even thought I didn’t know anything
I knew it wasn’t right
you can’t hold me down no more
no matter what you say
I know my rights from wrongs
times have changed
I’m no kid no more
No more blood
but still so much tears
I’ll never do what you did to me
just wait an see
the damage has been done
who said abuse breeds abuse
I’ll break the chain
I could never hurt a soul
if red was a color I’d be rape
poem by Justin C. Philhower
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Red, the color of rape
If rape was a color it would be red
the definition of rape an red
aren’t the same, doesn’t matter to me
I told you to stop
I told you no
It doesn’t matter what I say
nothing is the same
even thought I didn’t know anything
I knew it wasn’t right
you can’t hold me down no more
no matter what you say
I know my rights from wrongs
times have changed
I’m no kid no more
No more blood
but still so much tears
I’ll never do what you did to me
just wait an see
the damage has been done
who said abuse breeds abuse
I’ll break the chain
I could never hurt a soul
if red was a color I’d be rape
if red was a color I’d be r
poem by Mary Hathaway
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I Question
Rape, Hurt, Kill, and beat, from boyz to mens
and girls to womens,
It is hard to keep on track with the particular feelings for one another
Kill, and Hurt is being like a victim of everything that happens,
cause life is not easy and i know,
cause of me being a young one
who hurts when your being beat and hurt by your mother
and finds out that your mother have been rape and killed in the inside of her and it hurt me or some people in the life
I Question my self about me and my life of what i been through with the hardmanship of me and others
poem by Lilzett Willis
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We Have To Retrieve That
During my college days, I watched a movie named
‘Women against rape’. But, now I know someone,
Bhanwari Devi from Rajasthan,
A rape victim, still fighting…
She was gang raped by Gurjar* men
(In presence of her husband, tied up)
When she tried to prevent them
From marrying off a baby girl
Who was just nine months old… Fifteen years passed …
How can an upper caste man Rape a lower caste woman? ,
A District Judge asked in 1995!
'LUST HAS NO CASTE, Mr.JUSTICE'!
Her medical examination happened after 52 long hours
And the Police seized her ‘’LEHANGA’ - long skirt,
As the only evidence late in that night! … Head down,
She walked away, wearing her husbands long Turban…
Her fight for Women empowerment continues and
The Supreme Court issued guidelines that broadly
Defined sexual harassment at the workplace and made it
Mandatory for Corporations and business establishments…
To have committees against sexual harassment.
Child marriage rates reduced drastically in Rajasthan
Police more vigilant in attending cases against rape now..
Imagine, just a single woman could make all these,
She deserves nationwide respect…
But…
Her family is ostracized everywhere…Her son is
Continuously bullied by upper caste crooks…
She has no income from her barren lands…
Her only income source is a buffalo!
O! God, please protect that animal
From being poisoned by some ‘caste fanatic’…
She is Bharat...
She is mother Earth…
Her ‘LEHANGA’ is our tainted nature…
We have to………………..
Gurjar* A caste in rajasthan
poem by Premji Premji
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I can’t rape.
I can’t rape a woman;
I sing, draw and write about her.
I can’t rape a woman;
I devour her with my eyes, and voyeur.
I can’t rape a woman;
I see her dance, and romance in screens.
A sort of perversion;
Is there any animal who’s pervert?
I can’t rape a woman;
I bring her image in my fantasies.
13.12.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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And with the rape, I was showing why the rape statistics are exaggerated, and saying that date rape was much more complex than the way feminists had portrayed it, as men oppressing women.
quote by Warren Farrell
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This Suspect
He forcible had sex with her!
For he overpowered her in a struggle;
But this suspect was caught by the police after the victim reported the case.
Smelter,
Sultry,
Oppressive;
And like the dark thick forest!
But this suspect was caught by the police after the victim reported the case.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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One In Every Three
They say one in three girls
Will deal with this in their life
But why did I have to be one?
Why must I be in this hype?
What did I do wrong
To be a victim of rape
Not once, nor twice
But three times to date?
My virginity I wanted
But you took that from me
At fourteen I was still a child
But that, you didn't see
And then at fifteen
Again I had to suffer
But you were my cheer coach
You were supposed to make me tougher
Because of your selfishness
I needed a constant high
To forget about you
And the want to die
I got into drugs
Where again I was touched
By unwanted parts
All over my crotch
I woke up under you
I yelled for you to get off
But one hit and 'I'm not done yet'
Was the response that I got
For months I cried
For weeks I tried
To end my dreadful life
By committing suicide
Three years of my life
I'll never get back
Were ripped so suddenly
And threw me off track
I always thought it my fault
But now I finally see
I didn't make these guys
Rub, touch and feel on me
As much as I hate it
I will always be
A victim of rape
And that one in every three
poem by Alycia Forbes
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Women are not required in general to be named in rape cases because of the stigmas that go with being a rape complainant, and frankly, special burdens that rape complainants often face.
quote by Susan Estrich
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Rape...
A horrible crime
Rape.....loss of innocence,
didn't have a choice,
Nobody heard my voice,
memory of the past,
hope it crosses my mind
erases out of my memory,
so i don't have to remember the past
i wish she didn't tell me to go to the park
so I would still have it
my innocence i mean
I used to be so clean
now i'm violated, unclean and dirty
and the guilt is killing me
even though its not my fault
i feel as though it is
when she left something told me to go i could have left
I should have listened to that voice
and ran.....but no.....i choose to stay
and he accomplished his mission
what he set out to do
i was only 13 years old.....he was 16
i hated every minute of it
I closed my eyes and imagined I was invisible
but he took all the invisibility
inside of me and i still remember the day
the scene keeps playing in my head like a movie
Rape.....didn't have a choice
Rape.....nobody heard my voice.
poem by Brittany Mischel
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A life you'll never know
This is one life you'll never know.
The life of rape and abuse.
The life of a victim.
The life of feeling alone.
The life of being scared.
I was raped and abused.
It was alife I didn't ask for.
And one I wish I never knew.
But this life has stuck to me like glue.
I never wanted that life but I got it.
I now live the aftermath.
Flashbacks are a daily occurance.
Hearing and seeing things.
You helped to make me selfharm.
You made me suicidal.
I hate you.
This is the life you'll never know.
Becuase once you'd finished with me.
You left me to pick up the pieces.
And I hate you all the more.
Rage and anger fills my heart.
Destroy me you have.
I never asked for this life.
And I never asked to meet you.
I hate the life of the victim.
But as hard as I try.
I still am the victim.
The flashbacks and voices.
The nightmares and fears.
Make sure I am
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Pepe Pepeto
Pepe Pepeto was a littlr Mexican boy who lived on a farm
One day, he was collecting wood on the moutain side for use on the farm
He and his father heard a braying
It was a small donkey caught in a bush and braying
Pepe's father took the donkey out of the bush
And Pepe said to the donkey, 'Hush'
Pepe asked his father if he could have the donkey
Pepe's father said, 'Si, Pepe, you can have the donkey'
Pepe was so happy now with his donkey
He called the name 'Manuel' for his donkey
May 13,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
poem by Jr. Clarence A. Graham
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Dirty
Filthy dirty (not yet finished)
I'll show you what pain is.
I belive this is what you thought.
I hope you can live with yourself.
You vile peice of scum.
I hate you
You raped me you abused me.
You hurt me.
Worst of all
You stole my trust
You took my innocence.
Rape Rape
Please god no not again
Get off me
Please leave me alone.
one day You'll regret what you've done.
And now it's begun.
I'll show you what hate is.
It's from me to you.
You dirty old fucking man
You'll be dead when I'm through.
I will get you
Like you got me
You will pay for what you did
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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