Molestation Poems - Poems about Molestation

I'm sorry was you not expecting a reaction What was I supposed act like the didn't happen And I prayed for an angel to save me But when Mama came to rescue her baby You called it kidnapping You thru my hero in jail And sent me back to hell For the devil to finish his "kid-napping" I was told to...

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My body is an ear. Absorbing whispers meant for others' mouths that only close to wait to shove out more sound. In other directions. Towards another mouth. Mouths who vomit sounds for the sake of sound. Mouths that speak without a plan for other mouths. Earless mouths. Blathering on until they forget why they opened. Holes from which echoed flatulence reverberates. Unmeant for...

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THIS TOPIC IS RARELY DISCUSSED IN THE OPEN. MY STORY BEGAN IN THE DARKNESS, I WISH TO BRING IT TO LIGHT. IT STARTED IN MY FAMILY AS FAR BACK AS MY GRANDFATHER, THEN UNCLES, DAD , STEP FATHERS A COUSIN, AND BOYS DOWN THE STREET AND A STEP BROTHER. YET NOT ONE OF US...

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You say you care You say know When I needed you You say you was there You don't know you wasn't there You didn't care you wasn't there You wasn't there How dare you Say you care You never cared You was never there You wasn't there You wasn't there How dare you Say you know You'll never ing know You wasn't there you wasn't there Nobody believed me Nobody was there Nobody knows Of the...

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buds open at night like the stars on a clear sky~ bees come to molest dandy butterflies land on bunches of flowers~ kissing each in turn claws of predators dig deep into the soft flesh~ audacious abuse dark assaults the light white clouds scurry in great fear~ gross molestation Dec.1.2022 A Brian Strand Choice...

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THE CRIPPLED Walking toward foreshore I saw the devil seated on a fence Fishing Next day I heard he got a thrashing It was intense Blood trickled from his core He would fish no more Baby and Mommy shark were out to score. *...

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I evoke the moaning Stars, Bad memories reviving behind my bars. I recur not having a care ; Imagining we were soulmates. I relive being so elated, To bring it to the top. I remember where it all started ; And where my meekness stopped. I recall the closing door - The way he fiercely corked. I remember being so afraid ; The way he wildly...

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Of course I was scarred by the sickly events I was young. ...

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The same cross you nail someone else's sin to; will be the same one used to advertise you. The day gold became more important than bartering; was a time the world had been bought, and short-changed. The time the world had been short-changed; was the moment within ourselves, our heart was corruptible. The moment our heart...

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Cold, When we are grief is untold When we are helpless and hopeless When we are all wandering with no direction When all hope is lost amidst insurgence. Cold, When the girl child is raped, molested and battered with no justice. When innocent babies are aborted in birth places and thrown in sacred places. When the boy child is put under immoral subjection...

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She was brutally raped And sent home, her father's rage Mixed with mother's curse Rehabilitated her in marriage With the rapist,à la carte. Rehabilitation Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Julia Ward Free verse poetry form only. 25th May, 2018...

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Red ink covers every written page heads on the realm yet like no government no planning rots the goods in the carriage but the toppers still do not see this dent mismanagement and corruption so flex stagnating prosperity in a cuff poverty and conflicts play and have sex selfish leaders close their eyes and rebuff lay foundations for the next to maintain on the...

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Just because it isn’t rape doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt Doesn’t mean you don’t have to relive every moment of it Doesn’t mean you don’t have to go through years of counselling Doesn’t mean you get to forget the horrible truth You never get to forget your only hope is to learn to live with...

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Prisoners within a cell,a cell without a key. ...

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As I probe within the depths of my mind Searching for all there is to know about you little by little I discover the person you've become and the more I learn the more I forget. Now I am trapped within you surrounded by you comp heart races as I notice the changes little at first then growing into pain how did...

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