You Raped Me! ! Poem by Laurore Jean Pierre

You raped me of my pride, my innocence
in the midst of the night I scream cries of terror driven by rage
Who could have thought such an honorable soul
could be poses by an endless envy.
you made a sculpture of me, mold me in your own ways,
used my body as a machine
you didn't think I’ll survive but I did somehow I got stronger even though at times death seemed to be the only soothing comfort
I conquered it, I conquered you.