He smiled at me and said 'here, take this'

It was a happy little pill of his and it would feel bliss

I smiled and gave him a kiss saying, 'thank you baby'

But what happened next forever will drive me crazy

Next thing you know I was spinning in my head

Then he wanted to bring me to a bed

His friends walked in and wanted more

So they all called me a ‘***** little *****’

My body was numb and I couldn’t move

I let out a scream but they didn’t approve

Everything went black but then again I woke

But to them it was nothing but a funny little joke

They locked me inside of a walk in closet

So if there was a stir I sure wouldn’t cause it

I blacked out again and woke in a different place

Treating me as if my soul were missing and my body were a case

Still I was unable to move nor speak

But he still said he loved me and kissed me on the cheek

I counted five inhumane beings on top of me moaning

One was even playfully groaning

I was disgusted and wanted it to end

But I knew that after this my mind would never mend

By now it would have been a little past three in the morning

Earlier I should have taken that adorable face as a warning

When they realized I was sobering up

They had an alibi saying they’d call this a hookup

When I could finally move my mouth again

I realized what had happened and felt heavy chest pain

They heard that I was muttering words that were incomprehensible

They saw me as nothing more than a body and that I was dispensable

They came up with a plan to hide my body in a ditch

I even heard one say, 'she deserved it, what a stupid *****'

I hit my head when they threw me on the ground

I only saw black in front of me and around

I woke up to a woman asking if I were okay

I only said one phrase and it was that 'I was betrayed'

What happened after that is irrelevant at best

All I will say is that I was nothing but stressed

This is my story and it happened two years ago today

Nailing an image in my mind that I was a targeted prey

I know now that I hold so much more worth

And I love myself more than anything on this Earth

Just know that these words have come straight from my heart

No matter how vile and disgusting this memory is, I can never restart

So I tried to make it a poem so it seems like some kind of art.

h.m.w

I believe the world is full of people.
Good and bad.
But God loves all his children.
The good are seen as perfect
And the bad as defaults of existence,
But perfection to me is a lie that you find in children's fairytale books.
No one is perfect.

The world has become a court case,
So many unnecessary opinions,
But who are we to judge the people living among us?
Only God can judge us.
No good comes from watching evil destroy a town until only ruins of chaos are left,
But no good also comes from talking about it without changing what slowly kills mankind.
To see the change you have to be the change.

It was never about watching and supporting the bad
But it also was never about judging and viewing ourselves as saints when we are all sinners.
Who are we to measure the magnitude of sin?
Who are we to compare what we would approve as a small sin to a big sin that would deserve the death penalty?

I believe everyone has a story to share.
The bad and the good.
In the end nothing will ever separate us from the love of God because God loves all his children.
And so the world is full of people
Not good people,
Not bad people
Just people trying to be the change.