If you take me if you're so destined to tear into my flesh to consume what innocence I have left-- take me with an iron fist take everything I have everything you want and more with blunt force leave me shredded, shattered leave me bruised with permanent scars beat me until I'm ****** until I'm black and blue until my bones are crippled and my skin is sore to the touch And everyone can see your marks all over my body until you have ripped my insides out like a trophy until you have destroyed every bit of beauty my body once held-- do this all, I beg you so I can show the world what kind of monster you are take me-- take all of me, I'm asking for it I'm asking you, to prove yourself, guilty.
This is a very touchy subject. I don't mean to offend or put down anyone. I don't mean to say this is how everyone or anyone other than me for that matter feels. This is a personal poem that I wrote only to apply to myself. I'm not saying **** or **** culture is good on any way shape or form, I am saying that If This Were Ever to happen to me I would want them to Mark me so bad that there was so much proof on my body that no police, judge, or outsider could say it wasn't ****.