Best Sexual Assault Poems

SAID THE VICTIM OF SEXUAL ASSAULT

To me, 
my cries
deep and soul wrenching.
To you, 
shallow. and insignificant. 
My tongue forever
twisted with fear, 
slurs every word with emotion, 
as shame and society's curses invoke themselves
into MY soul. 
For though, 
I was the prey, 
this a crime that...

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Dare you trick him? Dare you violate him?
And then you get no karma, and it leaves him grim.
You took advantage, you broke his ego.
You restrained him, you took away his ability to protect himself.
You took away his right to refuse.

And society forces confusion, ridicule, humiliation,...

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She walks alone, with a heavy heart
Haunted by the memories that tear her apart
She's a victim of sexual assault, a survivor of pain
But she refuses to let her past define her again


She's a warrior, a fighter, a force to be reckoned with
She's a symbol of...

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Singing is an art
So hard to understand
But let me sing you a song
Of a girl who was greeted by adulthood
Far too soon.

Her young hands tremble
Under the weight of what they carry 
A burden she longs to unload
Yet dizziness pulls her back 
To the very place...

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I TOLD YOU

I told you that Uncle Danny touched me
It hurt and made me cry
I told you I didn’t like him
You said I shouldn’t lie.
I told you my bra got snapped in class
That I was treated like a toy
Your response was simply 
That boys will...

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Worthless.
That's what I thought of myself.
The things that you did to me,
But I'm the one saying sorry.
The other day, mom asked me to press charges.
I said no.
Not for you.
Not for me.
You've had charges pressed before.
Your own sister.
The court did nothing. 
She was 6 and you...

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Where are the invisible voices that hide
because they are embarrassed to speak their side?

They are burdened with a deep sense of shame and its existence
having to endure and reliving over their experience.

Their suffering needs to be heard, not told it was a ploy
that they are...

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I see the way your body dances through the halls of our home, how dirty you are. dirty little girl.
My teacher said this is not what we do. Mom tells me this is bad.
They’re wrong. Beautiful girls get lied to.
Dad tells me not to do...

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the girls  
He will not let you forget. 
You will wear his hands around your throat, a chain of honey and sweat. 
His calluses grating across your thighs are still carved in memory, 
And with dirt-caked fingernails, he demanded everything you ought to be....

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I've lost touch with the divine feminine.
Women in my life I have trusted with my heart and breath for years have struck me down.
My trust, the sanctity of my body, the truth from my lips, my open heart...
Butchered in front of me.
I stand.
Disconnected
Hurt.
Mourning.
For the feminine...

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I sometimes wonder if you still remember me or 
if I was just another memory 

I will never forget that pit feeling in my stomach
the time you slipped your hand under my skirt 
Or when you offered to put me up on my bike to...

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In the middle of the night I ran myself a bath.
I sat on the ledge with my feet in. 
I sigh as I look down at the familiar blade in my hand.
I stare for a moment at my body and wonder if there is any...

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Hate is something that grows within a person.
You cannot truly hate someone based off words of another.
But when hate has made it's roots it's not likely to leave.

Like how I hate your touch, I tense up just for a moment, remembering that night. 
How I...

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She was five when she was set down for a talk. Don't walk alone in the dark, keys between your knuckles, don't let them take you to a second location, scream and fight. That is what her mom said, a frown on her face. She...

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At some point our paths crossed,
Valentine’s Day 2020 at a stupid party 
all sanity was tossed. 

At one point you charmed me, 
Your boyish humour and warm eyes,
Made me dive into insecurity and naivety. 
 
At some point I thought you were nice,
But good boys...

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