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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My Unheard Voice
Their faces flash through my eyes
The touch of their hands I sense
How could they not apprise
my lack of consent; my body was tense
They didn't hear my unheard voice.
I remember his moan
As his filth entered my mouth onto my tongue
From his bone
The taste stung.
He didn't hear my unheard voice.
My hands push the other man, my friend, away
He does not listen, he tries once more, and more…
How could he lead me astray?
I thought to him I wasn't a whore
But I've been deceived once again
By a man that I trust
Because his thoughts were in vein
His mind focused on lust
He didn't hear my unheard voice
They thought I would forget
That's it's not rape if I'm intoxicated
But that's just like playing Russian Roulette
Hoping the bullet would hit me, but I not get affected
I did not forget
And we all know it is rape
And I am more than upset
Because I cannot escape
this nightmare
All because they didn't hear my unheard voice.
poem by Ginger Kastrup
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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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Today; Tomorrow
Today
It’s been five years since I have heard your voice.
Today
It’s been five years since I have heard your laugh.
Today
It’s been five years since I have seen your smile.
Today
Is the saddest day for me.
Today
I still remember like it was yesterday.
Today
I feel numb just like how I felt five years ago.
Today
I can still remember how I ran and didn’t want to stop.
Today
I still feel the emptiness of knowing I won’t ever see you again.
Today
I try and smile for you knowing that you are watching over me.
Today
I let my tears roll down slowly down my cheeks.
Today
I remember how you were so happy to be home.
Today
I still know that you didn’t have to suffer no more.
Today
I still try hard not to blame myself why you left my world.
Today
I sit here and remember the memories I have of you.
But tomorrow
I will still smile for you.
poem by Kimberly Santistevan
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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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Much That I Remember About You
I remember you
I remember the first time I saw you
Looking up and there you were, an angel on earth
It occurred when I didn’t expect it, wasn’t looking
Seeing you and thinking that you were pretty
Seeing you and wondering why, afterwards, I
Remember you more now
I remember your voice
I remember the first time I heard and it enchanted me
Dulcet tones playing hypnotic music disguised as a woman’s voice
It happened in conversation, in the harmony of all you spoke
Hearing the coy happiness in the words we shared
Hearing the smile in your tone so that I
Remember your voice now
I remember your eyes
I remember the first time I became lost in them
How it was a time when our eyes met in more than just a glance
It happened in a moment, together with you
Seeing in your eyes more than just a casual interest
Seeing in your eyes myself and us which is why I
Remember your eyes now
I remember your skin
I remember the first time I felt the touch of your skin
When your fingertips brushed mine in flirting invitation
It flashed in a moment, skin to skin
Feeling the electricity of your touch, your skin against mine
Feeling the heat passing between us as I
Remember the feel of your skin now
I remember how you made me feel
I remember the first time I admitted to myself
What I felt for you was more than just friendship
It came in a moment, talking with you
Realizing that every thought of you made me smile
Realizing that each smile made me
Remember even more how you made me feel
I remember why I fell for you
I remember this all the time now
The memory comes in thoughts, your voice, your eyes
It happens in every moment these days, loving you
Knowing that what happened between us is a good beginning
Knowing that we could be much more always helps me
Remember constantly why I fell in love with you
poem by David Terry
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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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This Time Around
It's getting colder in this ditch where I lie
I'm feeling older and I'm wondering why
I heard they told her it was tell and live or die
I didn't know her but I know why she lied
I didn't know her but I know why she died
Yeah
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
Whoa yeah
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
Yeah
And we won't go down
Yeah
I heard them say that dreams should stay in your head
Well I feel ashamed of the things that I've said
Put on these chains and you can live a free life
Well I'd rather bleed just to know why I died
Yeah
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
Whoa yeah
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
Whoa yeah
And we won't go down
And we won't go down
And we won't go down
Yeah
And we won't go down
Yeah
All I know is that fear has got to go
This time around
...This time around
I've started feeling like I don't want to fight
Give in to the given and put out the light
Cannons a blazing shower these moonlit skies
Then I remember and I know why he died
Do you know why I'd die
Yeah.
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
Whoa yeah
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
Whoa yeah
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
Whoa yeah
You can't say I didn't give it
I won't wait another minute
We're on our way this time around
And we won't go down
And we won't go down
And we won't go down
Yeah
song performed by by Hanson
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December
Wow looking back on December 15,2004,
Still haunts me,
The coldness, the rape, that hate I feel inside,
I try my hardest to cope with it,
I hope he goes to jail with no bail,
I hope he dies for what he did,
When the time of December 15, it hurts me to smile,
You have caused me pain,
Caused me to cut myself,
I wanted to die,
I wanted to cry,
I wanted to scream for help but no one heard me,
I feel dirty,
You made me feel a shame of myself,
You made me blame things on myself,
Every is my fault,
Its all my fault that you raped me and hurt me,
The pain I feel,
The tears of sorrow,
The things you have done to me,
It hurts to cry,
It hurts to say that this December 15th will make 2 years ago,
But it hurts me that I am a rape victim.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Didn't You Know (You'd Have To Cry Sometime)
(Nickolas Ashford/Valerie Simpson)
Remember when you left?
You had your own rules about playing the game
And any day, you could walk away feeling no pain
Now look at yourself
You're all hung up on somebody else
And in your eyes I see all the signs of the misery
That you laid on me
Baby, baby
Didn't you know you'd have to cry sometime?
Didn't you know
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know that you'd lose your pride?
Didn't anybody tell you love had another side?
You used to be so proud
Now, your head's a little lower
And you walk slower
And you don't talk so loud
You've gotten wise
You know how love can build you up one moment
And the next, cut you down to size
Then you discover
All she told you was a bunch of lies
Baby, baby
Didn't you know you'd have to cry sometime?
Didn't you know
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know that you'd lose your pride?
Didn't anybody tell you love had another side?
Baby, baby
Didn't you know you'd have to cry sometime?
Didn't you know
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know you'd have to cry sometime?
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Didn't You Know
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
Remember when you left?
You had your own rules about playing the game
And any day, you could walk away feeling no pain
Now look at yourself
You're all hung up on somebody else
And in your eyes i see all the signs of the misery
That you laid on me
Baby, baby
Didn't you know you'd have to cry sometime?
Didn't you know
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know that you'd lose your pride?
Didn't anybody tell you love had another side?
You used to be so proud
Now, your head's a little lower
And you walk slower
And you don't talk so loud
You've gotten wise
You know how love can build you up one moment
And the next, cut you down to size
Then you discover
All she told you was a bunch of lies
Baby, baby
Didn't you know you'd have to cry sometime?
Didn't you know
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know that you'd lose your pride?
Didn't anybody tell you love had another side?
Baby, baby
Didn't you know you'd have to cry sometime?
Didn't you know
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know you'd have to cry sometime?
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
song performed by by Diana Ross
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If I Had the Answer Would I Still Ask the Question?
What does it mean to be raped?
Forcible entry –
Force of saying no
Force of saying yes to no
A stranger on the bus
The man you say “I love you” too
The brother, the father
The friend
What does it mean to be raped?
No charge, no tale, no proof.
No semen.
Old bruises, faded. Fading.
Rape – to scream, oh to scream.
Inside.
If it is your brother, father, friend
“Man” you love
Only inside
To say – RAPE –
I was raped
The shame – the guilt
Oh the guilt
What does it mean to be raped?
Once – twice – for a year?
The sisters…all their life.
How long?
How long can it last?
The anger, the lies.
Shame.
What does it mean to be raped?
To be fucked when you say no.
To be torn inside.
Screaming NO – HE –
Whispers I love you.
Carving Initials
Skin is crying
Tears are blood
What does it mean to be raped?
No proof – no rape?
No words for years
To say…rape.
Guilt
Anger
Violated
HATRED
What does it mean to be raped?
poem by Katy Sanders
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Mays drunk dream
why can't I feel you in and out of me. I see you in my head, I hear you breath in an sigh. My only question is why, why can't I feel the love that writes your face Why cant I feel the static between each kiss?
And so I dip and weave the needle in my leg. Cut throat that's my mission. And plenty of other shit you can't even begin to in vision.
I'll take those pills and with a smile. I'll take that blade and with a smirk.
I guess its because I'm sick inside.
And all I want is for you to loath me. Come one lets hate me.
The needle is in me and so are you. I can see the colors blur togather. It it is soooo beautiful. But, it doesn't feel beautiful. So Ill seranade on high.
you take a step back. I am bound and tethered.
Handcuffed I am to your heart.
Loosly mouthed I am.
tightly mounted I am.
blue eyes red tears
Mays drunk dream has got me in tears
So come on,
Let's rape me.
Rape me numb of all feelings. I am left completly in ruins.
Rape me of my absense
Rape me of my thoughts
Come on if you will come on if you can
Come on and loathe me
poem by Andrea Miles
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If It Was't Rape
Dark rewrite of New Edition's If It Isn't Love
He did't rape me
I tried to tell myself
But I can see it in my haunted, tortured eyes
I can no longer deny
I can't fool myself or anyone else
The truth is clear in the tears that I cry tonight cause
If it was't rape
Why do I feel this way?
Why are those brutal memories always ripping their way through my mind?
If it was't rape
Why does it feel so bad?
Make me feel so sick inside
If it was't rape
He told me that it was just a rough, really rough act of love
But something inside of me knows better
How does it feel?
To be quite honest
I can't even begin to describe this awful feelin'
That came after he was done with me last night
Somehow he got to me
I just wish I knew the reason why
Maybe, just maybe, it's all my fault
'Cause he saw me with another guy
Chorus
Maybe someday I'll be able to pay him back
Get him back for the damage he's inflicted
Someday, someway
Gonna have him begging on his knees, please
Girl, I made one hell of a big mistake
Oh yeah, I'll make him feel it
The pain, the shame, the heartbreak
All of it
Just like I felt it
'Cause
My God
I can't
I just can't ever forgive him
'Cause he did
He really did hurt me
Break me
Like no one else ever had before
Broke me
It took one night, one night of unforgetable violence
To shatter my soul into a billion million pieces
Before I'd ever realize
Before I'd ever understand just how cruel, damn cruel this world could be
Lost my innocence
Helped my heart to see that
Chorus
2008 Ramona Thompson
poem by Ramona Thompson
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And You Don’t Remember Me
I sat on the park bench
pen and notebook in hand.
I watched all the people
as they passed on by.
I wondered how in life
each one of them had fared
with their happiness
and their sorrows.
I looked for inspiration
for something to write.
She looked at me and smiled,
I smiled back
thinking that was that.
“You don’t remember me? ”
She said and sat down.
I looked at her again
as memories swirled
around in my mind.
She was right
I didn’t remember her
Her hair was mousey colour
with flecks of grey
starting to appear here and there.
There were thick lines
across her forehead,
crow feet lines
near the corners of her eyes.
The corners of her mouth
drooped just slightly.
Her blues eyes were striking
and I knew I had seen them before,
but they were with a younger face
a long time ago.
A face that lit up
whenever she spoke.
“You still don’t remember me? ”
She asked once again.
I shook my head,
but unfortunately, I did.
I could remember
all the beauty
she had had in her youth,
before time had ravaged her
and taken away her beauty
and her youth.
She looked so sad.
I wanted to reach out
like I always wanted to,
but something deep inside,
a little voice you could call it,
kept telling me no.
My urge to hold her
was trying to win out,
but I couldn’t do it.
She was no longer
a part of my life.
All she was now
was a memory I clung to,
a memory of my youth
so long, long ago.
With notebook and pen,
I smiled and bit her farewell.
I whispered her name
as I said a last goodbye.
I didn’t look back
or I would have looked back with regret.
She was a past,
something none of us can ever relive.
poem by David Harris
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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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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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Merciful Release?
Merciful Release.
The mist descended suddenly.
Totally unexpectedly.
I could not see to find my way
So I decided I should stay
Just where I was. It seemed to be.
The wisest choice
I’m not so certain that it was
I think perhaps that is because.
The clammy fog embraces me
And whispers to me quietly
You have no choice.
If I decide to let you go
I am quite certain you will know.
Not to brave the moors alone
These moors are mine all that I own
and I rejoice.
I have the power to heal or kill
I always had and always will.
These moors are worthy of respect
It is mission to protect.
It whispered sotto voice.
I will remember till I die.
There is no reason I should lie
The day the mist enveloped me
and whispered to me quietly
I hear that voice.
In nightmares to this very day.
Although it let me go my way.
I still retain the memory
Of the lesson taught to me.
The moors own voice.
Although it spoke so quietly
Is etched deep in my memory
I can’t forget although I try
And to this day I wonder why.
It made the choice
To set me free as suddenly
as the mist had captured me.
I don’t suppose I’ll ever know
Why it chose to let me go
I had no choice.
The moors have little time for fools
They can and will enforce their rules
I'm forced to take it seriously
Or pay the price
Tuesday,15 November 2011
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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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'm Gonna Be My King
I didn't see it-no I didn't hear it I was just trying to
Remember all the things I'll never know
Well I was walking along-and I'm trying to stay strong-but
It's always so hard because something's going wrond-but
I try to remember all the things I'll never know
And then it crashes on down without a warning there's a sound
And the next thing I know is I'm flying off the ground
I try to remember all the things I'll never know
If you could hear mt heart-it'd sound something like this
Not from my memory-what do you want from me
Spinning through the ages left laughing at the dazes-
left me nothing that I want nor I need
My pain is running plenty, my anger's nearly spent me-
getting harder from the suffering
Chorus:
You crash my world and you're going down, run away and
I'll hunt you down
Start me up and that's the way it gonna be
I gotta rule my world I'm gonna be my king I got it all set up
I'm gonna be that everything
Ssh! now listen up...my heart's got something else to say!
Out of my memory...that's all that's left of me
I'm tired of your lying, have no more of your denying...
never want the future to turn to that past
Thoughts annihilated-you're mentally constipated-
to disturb, it from the things that don't last
Chorus
I'm gonna be my king
Ripping apart at the mind
Ripping apart at the mind-you mentally try to slay me
Ripping apart at the mind-why you trying to do me
Ripping apart at the mind-why a king couldn't save me
when you mentally slay me
A simplistic introduction to a complex destruction-
from the friction that they're sponsoring
Unable to delete the memories incomplete-
cause the hope and joy they're conquering
It's spiritually uncleansing-the nightmare's never-ending-
now you're striking the proverbial kill
But you underestimated how highly agitated-
was my purpose and my power and will
Chorus
Can't nobody stop me can't nobody stop me
I'm gonna be my king
I didn't see it, no Ididn't hear it I was just trying to remember
all the things I'll never know
song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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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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