Eighteen - Poem by Freddy Ibarra
It's a late night...going home after working overtime
trying to help my parents provide
he grabs me by my side, I try fight myself out...he whispers 'girl, don't even try'
he throws me in the back of the building, I start to cry
he whispers with false sincerity 'what's wrong? '
he gets too close, I push with all my might, kick & fight, but he's so strong
oh my god, I think I know what he wants
I try to scream, I try to shout, he covers my mouth even though nothing is coming out...
he touches me in places I can't even think...
I can feel his rough hands, and too many other things
I was only eighteen, only eighteen
when he wrestled himself inside of me...
bleeding...as I lose my virginity
to a man I'd never seen
as he reenters me, I close my eyes and try a picture a different scene
I lose all hope... no one saving me...
he was inside my womb...
he's inside my room
every time I close my eyes to go to sleep
in every single dream, he can be seen
he took more then my virginity...
my family can't even comfort me...
I thrash and tear my pillow apart
cause no one... no one can take this memory from my heart...
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