Who are you to cast down upon me
This, never-ending list of commands
To force yourself upon me
Devil’s instrument in hand
Wishing to overcome my body
To plunge diseased flesh deep within
Conquering long valued sensibility
And bask amid my unwarranted sin
You may have torn my soul to shreds
And abused my womb and thighs
For my every new depraved low
Is your new fascist high
I’d thought you were not the same
I had been abused before
However never by you
So this is what comrades are for?
I am left weak and used
A plaything for a man’s pleasure
Once for fun, now out with the trash
Is this how my value is measured?
My legs are bruised, my skin is flushed
I’m left a broken mess
I cannot confide in the ones I love
To them, I may not confess
You’ve torn me apart
And left me forbidden
I’ve been handled and fondled
Nearly bedridden
My ears still hear your dark words
My flesh still crawls at your touch
You’ve burned an invisible mark
For which I cannot do much
I hate my skin for your touch
I hate my ears for your voice
I hate my body for your *******
I hate you for not leaving me a choice
To you this is probably a game
You probably thought not of the pain
For now I am deemed damaged goods
And may never be longed for again
This must be kept a secret
‘Less I face even more ridicule
For an act I desired no party in
And yet I am treated still so cruel