You Did This To Me Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

You Did This To Me



You took my life and turned it into your freefall of pleasures that transformed me.

Broken with bitterness that did not belong to me she challenged herself to love again.

Unable to be held with the freedom of sensitivity she holds onto tears of night terror.

Your innocent thoughts of taking my womanhood sacrificed my way of thinking.

Your manhood penetrated my soul as my innocence took flight into another dimension.

I surrendered my worth with your worthless cries of sadistic pleasures that haunts me even now.

My battle was useless against the deprived notions in your eyes of volatile ecstasy.

The waterfalls of your motions deteriorated me beyond the speeches of my life.

The candidacy of my choice was inaugurated in my dreams as my body lay dormant.

Consecrated for another in time, your desecration of my worship formed end times of living within me.

Your misguided assumptions of our conversation became my prison of your demons.

My pureness became my catastrophe; your seed of evolution became my travail in birth.

My holistic behavior became my guidance with each of your touches; you did this to me; you raped me!

Written by Theodore Mosley

March 2,2017

Wednesday, December 5, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: social injustice
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