Sexual Assault Poems - Poems about Sexual Assault

What's left when there is nothing left

The stench of shame fills the air
Tears fallen choked her words
Laying in a pool of red
Her massa had stolen her innocence 
Bruises decorated her already scarred flesh
A mark of ownership

A sinister smirk sends shivers
As the white man admires his coloured canvas
Pride engulfs him
Watching her struggle against the shackles
Her screams silenced by his hands around her

unheard

i remember being a child
longing for someone to hear my scream
a scream i never screamed
a cry i never cried
feeling like i was the only one with eyes
wishing someone was wise enough to see
what was happening
begging someone to realize
how broken
my lonely heart really was

No More

He stares anywhere but my eyes
But boys will be boys and he's just a guy
I should smile and be happy
Because it means he likes what he sees
That's all that should matter to me
I shouldn't be greedy

Little girl, little girl
You don't know much about the real world
But little girls in this world learn faster and faster

Thirteen Tapes

A voice recorded, soft but clear,
Echoes pain we failed to hear.
Hannah spoke from shadows deep,
Of secrets buried none should keep.

A hallway's whisper, locker stares,
Unseen wounds and empty chairs.
A photo passed, a cruel slight,
Each reason dimmed another light.

Justin's love turned into blame,
Jessica’s tears, the haunting shame.
Bryce’s smirk, a predator’s grin,
The silence loud—it let him win.

Clay rewinds

Survivor

I still remember the day you stole my innocence away.
The world shifted—
colors drained from golden light to endless shadow.

It started as a simple conversation,
slowly pulling me down to your basement.

I was only 13 years old
when you left me to walk home on shaking legs.

At first, I thought I deserved it—
because fear stole my words before

F-CK YOU - On Cybercoercion

It’s been 10 years since you last saw me.
I’m softer. Matured. Unrecognizable. And yet 
the feeling of your roaming eyes still darkens my skin,
the phantom sensations making me retch.
Your vile intentions occupy a corner of my brain
with no sign of conceding territory.
I can’t go to the doctor
lest that hotel room comes rushing back
and renders me

Devil's pet

When you placed your hands on the littles ones thigh,
When they saw your shadow in stead of theirs,
When they glanced up at you, adoration and want radiating from their eyes,

There goes your rotten mind misinterpreting that,

Oh how could the little one know that your heart rested a lewd demon,

When you offered them a place to

VICTIM OF SEXUAL ASSAULT

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 where innocence was lost.

On that bed, a faceless man 

Beautiful Girls

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 these things.
This is because he does not love you. Beautiful

A Dark Point in Time - Poem 1020

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 don’t meet you after 10
And neither are they colder than

100 Percent

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 was five when her dad said cover your body, boys

Warrior of Resilience a Tribute To Survivors of Sexual Assault

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 strength, a beacon of hope, a light that won't dim
She's

Hate

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 hate your looks, everytime I look at you, I see

The Girls

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. 
Expect years before you ever trust another lover, 
Expect 2:00

Worthless

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 admitted to doing it for years.
I guess you had a

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