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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very powerful poem... i think you might like to read my poem called raped... i think you can relate to it.