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Rape

He took it by force! It was not of your will

So why have you lived years as if it is an ill?

You are living with the pain still giving him power

While you bathe time after time crying in the shower

In your mind, you still believe you did something wrong

Trying to scrub off all of that dirt so you can move on

But you were not dirty he was the dirty one

He took your innocence before your life begun

Getting caught up, and lost through the years

You learned to turn your pain inward instead of tears

You felt like your cry was not loud enough

And if that did not kill you, it would only make you tough

However, during those years you got lost somewhere in the shuffle

You became a people pleaser because your story was muffled

You felt ashamed and embarrassed around the few people that knew

Wishing that had not happened to anyone, ESPECIALLY YOU

Your teenage years progressively got worse

You had died but no one noticed because you did not leave in a hearse

Your soul had died but the human eye could not see

That you were just a shell with your inside empty

You did not learn who you were because that meant dealing with the pain

So every time you saw a storm you would run from the rain

However, you did gain strength in other ways

Just so, you could make it through your days

You became a controller so no one could control you

Even the door that brought you pain you gained power to

You begin to learn the art of sex well

But the invisible shackles still had you in a mental hell

You feared to say the powerful word NO

Because you buried the past but you did not let it go

From time to time, certain things would still spark a nerve

You became complacent and settled for less than you deserved

Never really learned what you liked or really wanted

Because of your past, you were still haunted

You never learned your true value or your worth

The Goddess that you are the mother of earth

Analyzing yourself, you said you are like grits

You take on the flavor of whatever fits

Raped the first time, very lost and confused

Emotionally scared and very badly bruised

The second time oh no it could not be

Out of all the women in the world, God why me?

The third time overwhelmed and just plain numb

Asking where is all of this coming from

No longer fighting because you gave up your will

While he lays on top of you and your body just still

You have focused on the lamp way across the room

Because the physical and mental pain was just too
much for you to consume

The 4th time the 5th time oh you just can’t count anymore

You left feeling dirty and your whole body is just sore

You look in the mirror to see if there is a sign on your face

What makes your temple Satan’s dwelling place

Demons being released time after time

Your body becoming the home of sexual crime

Your mind has built its own recycle bin

When the pain seems unbearable, you toss it, right in

However, you have not emptied it, so the baggage you begin to carry

Light on the outside but the inside quite the contrary

You just wanted someone to love you for whoever you were

But you did not love yourself because of the things that occurred

Not knowing you became an addict to affection and attention

This caused self-destruction beyond your own comprehension

You gave affection in abundance and you wanted it back

You begin to feign for it like a junky feigning for crack

You were almost to the point of selling your soul

That’s when you realized you had given God total control

You had to face what was deep down at the core

Because through the years, your inner cry you to
begin to ignore

Written by Glacia Townsend 

February 12, 2002