Sexual Assault Poems - Poems about Sexual Assault

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...

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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...

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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...

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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 where innocence was lost. On that bed, a faceless man ...

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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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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...

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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 was five when her dad said cover your body, boys...

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

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

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

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

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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 room left. The outside of my lower legs look clean and...

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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 (only) touch the most vulnerable part of myself I knew family...

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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 connections I have lost That which have choked joy from my...

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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 be boys. I told you I was raped By a man that...

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