Sexual Abuse Poems - Poems about Sexual Abuse

[An anti -victim blaming project] [“He was asking for it with those clothes,” the officer said, pointing at the black shorts he wore. It was torn at the bottom, with knotted hems and hanging strings from his shaking silhouette. A spectating officer nodded, turning to him and grunting, “Make sure to cover up— maybe then, this...

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Count the men; like the stars All in red, A penetrated holes art I shouldn't be walking; into the night Alas! Walk 365 steps, back from his right He can hear me, All can smell me Even when I am a ghost to me. They tie my legs, shouting for devi Only ending up rupturing me without any tyranny Who will...

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… Throughout my life, the same phrase has been repeated to me- “no means no.” The concept of refusing an action you’re uncomfortable abetted me towards hope; growing up, distraught was brought upon me due to my safety. When I felt as if I was in danger, that phrase comforted me; it acted as a reminder that...

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Somewhere in the deep dark night A child suppresses tears of shame and guilt Her spirit crushed, her innocence torn An Uncle, a family friend Drank greedily from her well of youth His thirst, a vile sickness in the dark. Beneath palms and ancient baobabs A homeless owl’s cry echoes in the wind Lonely, like the hearts of men who...

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I had a great time. I thought as I tiptoed across the floor, afraid to crack the eggshells. Feeling the warmth of the morning sun hitting my face through the curtain. Hearing the soft sighs of sleep coming from our marital bed. I had a great time. Denial comforts me. I had a great time I smiled. As I wash the blood...

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

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Little Girl swings in the air, legs pumping, wind in hair the closest to flight she’ll ever be. freedom and fairytales whisper in her ears, telling her with each swing, she’ll be closer to the clouds. Little Girl and Little Boy swing in the air, legs pumping, wind in hair, ‘friends forever’ echo in their laughter. their shadows chase after them in the...

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Drink the poison from my blood, breathe the rot from my lungs. Take all that has been decaying inside me and nurse it to health like an injured bird. A child who was once pure, turned sour like a piece of fruit rotting under the summer sun. Ice in her veins, frozen over from fear. Her days numbered, belief...

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You are a thief. You stole something that wasn't yours to take. You stole the smile on her face All her spiritual beauty and grace. You stole her innocence You stole her childhood. She can't even leave her bed without wishing she were dead. She can't even look at you without feeling ashamed She was the one who took all of the...

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It got worse each time, But was always intrusive. Inside and out you would climb. Until you were fully protrusive. First time was all hands, Then you moved down below, I listened to your demands I didn't want the bruises to show. He only had a little touch, A bit too low, and I didnt care that much, He said he was sorry and he didn't...

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Their hands raise with ours and for a moment we are all standing in perfect unity, every set of fingers curled in anger and defiance - and then they throw the tear gas. Which is rich, Because how many women have wept, Sliding down their walls to their bedroom floor, To their kitchen tiles, To the post office pavement? How many...

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Past psychological development describes zigzagging mama's yoyo casually, aye publicize, (asper mein kampf) personal woe unpleasant memories indelibly etched, jagged, scar outlined like ticktacktoe solitary games invariable resultant draw between every “x” and each "o" metaphorical of course for this poetic, formerly non opportunistic generic Joe Schmoe, hoof hound cathartic airing emotionally rocky terrain, whereby floe tips of icebergs with poetry I tool examining, excavating, extracting, et cetera hoe ping...

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The memories pull her down, Like the undertow. Drowning. Suffocating. She tries to fight it, But it’s of no use. She feels dirty, fat, victimized, defiled, Extorted, broken, and ugly. She can feel their hands on her The unwelcome touches and gestures. She feels small, defenseless, vulnerable, violated. Their taunts, threats, lies, and commands fill her ears. She covers herself with multiple layers of...

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Children; Helpless, and unexpecting. Innocent then innocence taken away. Loving and trusting children being made to Do things against their will and having Sexual things done to them. Evil revealing itself in different ways and X-pecting children not to say anything. an Unkind and uncaring human being torturting A defenseless, innocent child. Long lasting effects...

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