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Scars Left Behind It was about 3:00 AM On a cold October night. I was coming out of work It was a Wednesday night. We got off early on week days, on weekends we had to work 12 hours straight. Still wearing my uniform, cause I was a waitress, I was walking to a Taxi Stand. All of a sudden, a car pulls up and blocks my way. two men got out and grabed me, threw me into the car on the front seat. In the back seat they had another young girl about my age. She was crying two men were holding her. In the front was the driver and the other man with me. The driver pointed a gun at me. He told me to be quiet The other man held me and they drove away. I didn't know who these men were, but I had seen the driver in the restaurant a few times. He never talked much, only gave his order and paid when they were done. But he always looked at me kind of strange. They kepted us all day and took us to bars and tried to give us to eat, but we didn't eat. They also took us where there was a lot of men, they told us - this is our gang and if you go to the police, we will kill your boyfriends and your family too. We were too scared to do anything, but cry. That night , they took us to a cheap hotel. I don't know what they did to the other girl - I never saw her again. To me The driver of the car told me that he had always liked me. I beg him to leave me alone, but he tore my clothes, beat me up and raped me. The next morning about 5:00 AM they took me and threw me in a street close to where they had picked me up. I was able to get to my cousin's aparment. She just started to cry when she saw me. For three days I could not go to work, but life goes on. Those are the SCARS left behind. The one that no one can see, but they are there and to this day I can't forget. When I think of those days - I still get the chills. I was only nineteen...
01 /30/2013 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo Another part of my life. For gail's contest

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  1. Date: 8/11/2013 12:59:00 PM
    Animals lead a better social life. You are a very courageous girl.

  1. Date: 3/17/2013 3:46:00 PM
    I was going to say I do not plan o rewriting The Darkening Hours, but that was going to be my first attempt at a spanish poem. Part of the opening was inspired by the words I had in my head in spanish. Yes sometimes, even I, think in spanish, but not that often, and not as much poetically.

  1. Date: 3/17/2013 3:38:00 PM
    I am going to read some Octavio Paz, one of my very favorite poets, and see if I can come up with some more lines, to my one line spanish poem lol.

  1. Date: 3/17/2013 3:36:00 PM
    Leyendo todos los comentarios, estoy de acuerdo con Anne. Para poder escribir, y compatir una experiencia como este, debes, de ser tan fuerte como persona. Yo lei otra poema tuya y dijiste que el abuso es abuso, no importa de cual tipo es. Yo pienso que el abuso que deja las cicatrices en la mente son los peors. Todavia estoy pensando escribir algo en espanol, pero la verdad, cuando lo pienso me da verguenza y solo me salen unas pablaras, las mismas palabras, que nunca escribo.

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    Date: 3/17/2013 3:37:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

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  1. Date: 3/12/2013 8:17:00 PM
    :( hugs*

  1. Date: 3/5/2013 6:20:00 PM
    Lucilla....I cannot fathom the pain that left such scars, my heart ached for you after reading your words. I admire the strength and courage that it must have took to write this. Thanks for sharing. Hugs

  1. Date: 2/8/2013 5:58:00 PM
    I am so glad you won with this one. So emotional and honest.

  1. Date: 2/7/2013 10:57:00 AM
    Lucy :-) Congratulations with your deep winning poem... always~ LINDA

  1. Date: 2/7/2013 10:19:00 AM
    Belated conrats on your top spot Lucilla a harrowing experience indeed xx

  1. Date: 2/6/2013 7:02:00 PM
    So many of us rape victims, hard to believe there are so many fiends grrrr Congrad's on your win. Light & Love

  1. Date: 2/6/2013 12:27:00 AM
    This was a very painful poem to write I'm sure.At first I didn't want to read it because I knew it would put a pain in my heart.But I felt I had to read it because I knew if you could overcome the pain and write it...I could overcome the pain from just having to read it. Well and the fact that I love your heartfelt writes.You are a very strong woman with a lot of love in your heart.I am truely hurt that you had to go through this...Some people in this world I will just never understand...

  1. Date: 2/5/2013 9:27:00 PM
    This leaves me speechless and wanting to reach out and hold you and tell you what a brave woman you are. I won't say congrats, it doesn't seem fit here, if there was any winning here, it is that you survived, turned into the beautiful woman you are, and as someone once told me, I diamond has to be cut for the light to shine through, shine on girl, shine on, love you xxxx

  1. Date: 2/5/2013 7:02:00 PM
    I am so sorry for your scars. I am moved by your words and resilience. No person should have to go through this kind of pain. Hugs Rick

  1. Date: 2/5/2013 12:55:00 PM
    Your poem is full of rage and hurt, very strong emotions. Strong emotions can produce powerful poetry, and yours will leave scars on the reader. Great ending.

  1. Date: 2/3/2013 8:53:00 PM
    I can't imagine how incredibly awful that must have been for you, or how it must have affected your life since. I'm glad you made it out, and that you can write about what happened. That's a brave thing to do. Jack

  1. Date: 2/3/2013 6:59:00 AM
    Powerful piece of poetry... very enjoyed.. xxxx Michael

  1. Date: 2/3/2013 6:58:00 AM
    Oh my god, Lucilla...did they ever catch these thugs?...I believe in an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth...criminals should have the same thing done to them that they did to their victim(s)...I have a feeling this just MIGHT lower the crime rate a bit...Your wonderful poetry might help erase those scars - Tim

  1. Date: 2/2/2013 4:20:00 PM
    Lucilla, the most interesting thing I think you point out is that the scars are always there. As someone who was tormented as a youngster, I can sympathize. I have found that the poetry helps--I can only hope it helps you. My wish is that you become and are as whole as you can be. You should be very, very proud of yourself. I hope that you are. You are a true role model.

  1. Date: 2/2/2013 12:00:00 PM
    If this is based on a true life fact not just what you have read or heard, it must be a terrible memory for you to have to deal with in your life...Reads like a winning entry..Good luck in the contest..Your presence at my work is uplifting..Sara

  1. Date: 2/2/2013 10:17:00 AM
    I got the chills, too. Wow- this is extremely powerful, and the images- so vivid! I am astonished such a horrible experience happened to you, but- you have come out of it an extremely strong woman! To be able to write about it and share it with the world, that just makes you even stronger. :)