Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2018
“good things happen to good people”
I was told
For me such wonders were not so
For people stay
Yet they still fray
They forgive
Also no longer live
For me
I was taken
Taken advantage of
For him they consept
Of conterceptives
Didn’t apply
From his throat another lie
The one that said he “cared”
Not a gaze
Dreaming past my clothes
For him they became grave tolls
But that day he had to say
“Take it off”
Then the stop he did decline
Fist clenched
Hoping to make a vast fence
Pounding on his chest
Yet he did not rest
Pushing me down saying
“Don’t make a sound”
Turning my head
As I said “please stop”
But his frame remained dominate
Holding hips
Such hand never slip
As I pushed and pushed
But silence remained
His sweat dripping
My eyes slipped to a close
******* my lip
My soul he caught a sip
Taking part of me
You will never see
My pain nor claim
As I’m too scared to show
My neck bruised and claimed
I will never be the same
Skin unseenly stained
Again never the same
But a stain to stay
Never yet to fray
Not like a cast away hair
You may not see in a week
But for me it remains
All of the stains
It’s a dirt covering my skin
As it was a sin
But such a dirt never to be removed by soap
I try with the hope
It will leave
Never again worrying about my sleeves
Like a year long past
Hope this dread won’t be so
My story finally shared
Not for you to care
But to finally understand
Pain behind this story. Please help me improve it.
Rebekah
Written by
Rebekah  15/F/United States
(15/F/United States)   
92
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems