Rape Is Not Love

Love that is taken for one selfish goal can never be true as far as I know. Rape took the soul of a sister and friend ravishing her frail spirit to a bitter end. At sixteen she went on a blind first date she knew not of her destiny or her fate. She met with a soldier of the army corps this was the time during Vietnam War. He crushed her will with the slap of his fist took her by force as she tried to resist. Her screams were stifled and never heeded within her body he forcibly seeded. She remained quite not saying a word until life inside her finally stirred. Fearful our parents would be upset she ran away with a friend to forget. I eventually told what she had done why she ran away and was on the run. City law was called for her safe return found her kidnapped as we later did learn. As months went by, she grew in girth sent to a home where she gave birth. A son was born to her in September he looked just like her as I remember. She could not keep him so gave him away and longs for him still to this very day. He resides in her heart, a haunting emotion and forever there will be, a true devotion. Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey Fourth Place Winner ~ "I'm Pregnant" Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Gwendolen Rix June. 6, 2011 A longitudinal study in the United States of over 4,000 women followed for 3 years found that the national rape related pregnancy rate was 5.0% per rape among victims aged 12–45 years, producing over 32,000 pregnancies nationally among women from rape each year. My younger sister was a victim of rape which she never reported. No one in the family knew it for many years. I have a nephew I will never know or see and she has mental issues that she has a hard time dealing with. Back then unwed pregnancies were taboo.