Bruised, battered, broken and scared,
I lie on concrete,
My clothes torn,
My virginity burned,
For your pleasure,
On the altar of lust and deceit,
Unmoving, barely breathing,
my flesh a used commodity,
sullied are your hands from my blood,
filled I am with your repulsive seed.
My body holds no pleasure for you now,
I have been used and violated again and again,
You will dump me on some deserted road,
My survival, a constant pain,
I had few dreams too you know,
I too had planned my future,
Oh the dreams I had seen,
Of a loving husband and few adorable kids.
Now who will accept me,
When I am no longer the desired thing,
Who will want me?
When I have nothing to offer,
when for my future spouse,
my innocence wont sing,
you see how you have ruined my life,
I can no longer be mother,
Nor anyone's wife.
So yes I cry, even when there are no sobs,
No tears, no whimpers,
I cry for every thing I lost,
When you abused me,
When you gave me my treacherous fall,
Lying on floor,
When everything hurts,
I see you driving away,
Whistling under your breath,
For you its normal,
You would trick someone else tomorrow,
She too would plead to spare her,
Spare her these sorrows,
But you would do it again,
Throwing her body somewhere,
Pleasuring yourself,
While the newspapers would run the story,
Story of another rape.
Enjoyed the last part of Valerie Dohren's comment and agree to it!
This poem really hit the issue well. This is the best poem on RAPE I have read. Great work. Kudos. Keep writing
I am speechless! I am sure the other readers would also. I am feeling the pain as your every word dig deeper into my heart. Well written, great job. I hope this piece of your work will go a far way. Well done Lucifera.
horrible, blunt, brutal, but true. And such a loathsome sexual violence is perpetrated every minute, there and here.. everywhere.. Pain is so deep in your powerful lines.. A very good poem, Lucifera. Really a brilliant composition Wish only that words like these [When I am no longer the desired thing] no longer be thought by the victims of rape. Rapists can only think that way, I know, but women cannot be things. Not for a Real Man, for sure. A victim of rape needs to realize this: a man who loves a woman, can help her overcome her pain.
I had few dreams too you know, I too had planned my future, , , , burning rage...10 future spoiled chances not availed earned bad shame whom to blame?
I think you spoke a brutal truth. This poem disturbed me. It is very very good poetry about a horrid event. I can't say any more except you made a picture I didn't want to see.
A truly blunt and powerful write. The tragedy is that perpetrators of such acts gloat over their horrendous acts. I have also written about the fate of such a victim in my poem 'Cry of a soul'.
Wow! How terrible! Powerful in it's resentment and loss! If this is experience talking I am so sorry for you. (((HUGE HUG)))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brilliant write Lucifera, blunt and powerful, telling It how it is. The penalty for rape should be castration.