Born To Be Raped-V 1 Poem by Ramona Thompson

From the day I was born
I have been told
I was too damn pretty a baby
Not to touch
Not to hold just a little too close
The ulimate dirty old man's temptation
And so I learned as I grew up
The power and the lure of my wicked flesh surrendered

Sinful
So sinful
I report no crimes againest my person
For it has long been ingrained and buried
Ever so deep inside of me
What I get is what I deserve
A piece of meat I am and never anything more
That is the station I have learned well is my lot in this life

In my mirror
My reflection weeps
Bitter and bruised
Crying out to heard
Beyond this forced silence
Handed down and taught thoughtout the years by the men in my family and on those dirty street corners
To my weaker frailer sex
Struggling just to understand and accept that for us this is the way things must be

And so that is my story
My tale told
Not to earn your pity
Nor to get any kind of justice for myself
It is just the way
The only way I have ever been told it should or can be
Born to be raped

Yes, I know
Truely that is what I am meant to be
Until the day that I die
And never anything more

2008 Ramona Thompson