Rape
On a windy day when it starts to rain
You come out to find me, to cause me pain
I see your face and start to cry
And everyone seems to wonder why
Deep inside it’s you I hate
For what you’ve done is known as rape
It’s also known to scar minds forever
For all of us forget it never
For some of us it’s a pitch-black night
Where faces aren’t seen and there’s a fight
Clothes ripped off a woman by a man in a coat
A knife is drawn to a throat
But for me a difference was made
It wasn’t at night, and there was no blade
It was in your room during the day
To know your face as the devil’s portrayed
You threw me down upon your bed
Against the wall you slammed my head
It didn’t matter to you, I see
Cos all you wanted was sex from me
You scarred my mind, but not my soul
But thanks to you, I’ll never be whole
You didn’t ask, you didn’t care
You stripped me down and did it right there
And even though I screamed out no
On and on you seemed to go
Eventually you thankfully stopped
Then you lay down with the blankets atop
Not long after you fell asleep
I put my clothes on and began to weep
As fast as I could I ran away
And now I hide from pigs like you every day
Copyright © Joelle Ferguson | Year Posted 2008
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