I Like To Be Raped Poem by Ramona Thompson

I Like To Be Raped

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Ever since the age of 16
Don't know why I have felt this way
So worthless
Sexless
Just not worth a damm at all
Certainly not worthy of a good man's love
So out into the deadly, dangerous hours of the night I go
Searching for that one perfect criminal to make me a
victim
Wearing next to nothing
I taunt and I tease
Pulling at his strings until he has no choice left
He must prove his power over me


Alone and afraid
So very afraid
Afterwards I feel so dirty
So damm dirty
Just like the worse kind of slut
Yet still I feel also a perverse pleasure
Pleasure that he did't listen
Taking advantage
Not taking no for an answer
Somehow in some strange way
It makes me feel better
As if I am the one in total and complete control


Makes no sense I know
Still as hard as I have tried to stop myself
I can't
Not a sex addict
Don't have some kind of fiendish fetish
This kind of life just feels right
Like this is what the good lord put me here for
To be the instrument to rid men of the evil encasing their
wicked flesh
My body in a horror
Bruised, beaten, and bloody
Hates my mind so weak and helpless to resist
Paying off the very worst of my sins


Left alone with a friend when I was younger
Far too loving
Far too eager
To get close to me
I often wonder
Was it his actions that made me this way?
Is it because of him that I am such a freak?
A outcast amoug society?
Yes, sometimes I wonder
Even then did my sinful body
Young but so very well filled out
Did that body lead a good man become a monster?
Yes, if maybe that's why......


I like to be raped


2007 Ramona Thompson

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kaila George 04 June 2012

In response to “I like to be raped” When young and innocent And someone as hurt you Beyond anything you know Or understand You say is it ok to be raped? Is it ok to be handled In away because of what a man Needed to do to you I just don’t understand why Why would you as a victim think like that? If he forced himself With and you not knowing what he meant It was rape If he told you it was ok What he was doing Fondling you in intimate ways It was rape If he says you’re only doing What your mother dose In ways were he makes you think It’s ok to do those kinds of things Its rape Men I have learnt only cater To their needs And those are the ones That have no care what you feel It’s sad to think That life can be so cruel Especially to ones Who think they are no good I see a child Confused and scared One that needs to know You are not alone

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Walterrean Salley 03 May 2012

This is so sad. Hope this persron realizes that they are indeed sick, and seek the proper help. There is help. There is hope. My best to you. God Bless.

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David Daniel 07 November 2011

i'm pretty young but i like the way the characters inner desire and confused feeling are portrayed.... very nice peom! ! !

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Depressed Little Girl 12 March 2009

This poem tells a sad story. And either you have experienced this or you are just an amazing poet.

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Jenn Koning 08 August 2007

there was something I was going to say, but i really dont remember it now, I like some of your work though, not all of it, but some of it.: D

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