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You were my first boyfriend.
I was smitten over someone liking me.
I didn’t even care that I was your rebound.
You compared me to the blonde character in an anime because you wanted me to be perfect.
You treated me badly and broke up with me for other girls
who seemed better than I.
Then, you’d come back to me,
because no one but me had low enough self-esteem to date you.
Sure, they didn’t know the real you; like I did.
They knew the goofy nerd who was in the friendzone.
Finally, I left because I knew I deserved better.
You cried.
Lonesomeness,
is not fun after you’ve been next to someone after two years.
What could you do?
Pitiful, shameful, *** with your ex.
I always regretted it.
Whether it was right when you came over
or right after
or when you left.
One time you said that I “didn’t last long”
because when I regretted it halfway through I told you to stop.
A year goes by.
I pay a visit to your house.
I mostly miss your mom;
ya’ll were my second family.
I had nothing to do before making an hour drive to my niece’s for babysitting.
I dropped in.
I stopped by.
One of my biggest mistakes of my life on that February afternoon.
I watched TV with your mom.
You were sleeping.
She made food so I went to wake you.
We went downstairs and ate.
I asked if you wanted to come outside while I smoked.
You did.
I told you about someone I was seeing,
about how they enjoyed the way I gave head.
Big deal.
To you
because
you said that my head “*****”
I should “prove it” to you that I was good at it.
I refused because I don’t need to prove myself to anyone
especially you.    
Flash forward to your room.
Here’s the part where you can blame me if you’d like.
for going to your room.
How was I supposed to know what you wanted to take from me?
A friendly tickle fight turned into you on top of me.
Force kissing me.
I pushed you off.
Gravity was against me.
When you finally rose
I said “What the **** is wrong with you?”
Why were you doing this to me...?
Without skipping a beat.
I got my answer
that’d replay in my mind
forever.
“You can’t turn me on without turning me off.”
Shock.
Complete Shock.
You wanted my body
and according to you
I was only there for your pleasure.
That’s all I was.
An object for your enjoyment.
I immediately left your room.
You tried to stop me,
you tried to say sorry,
but the damage was done.
You marked yourself.
I had to pretend
in front of your mom
that nothing happened
until I left.
I cried many times that day.
Tears behind my eyes while watching TV right after with her
counting the minutes until I was supposed to leave.
Wailing on my way to my brother’s
Thoughts that it was my fault
that I caused it
while my niece slept peacefully.
And more tears when I told my mom
and even more when she told me to stay quiet
because your mom was already going through a lot.

I was objectified
disrespected
and silenced that day
in February before Valentine’s Day
2016.
Toxic yeti Dec 2018
I was threatened
With tantric ****
Online
I refuse to be a statistic
I want to be a survivor
I refuse to be a survivor
I need to thrive
Through this
I found
Why I am on this planet
To stop this
From happening
To someone else
Not enlightenment
I know
The sad fact
That I am
Still a statistic.
But I am much more
Than that.  
I am a human.
Tantra is the Buddhist *** art. And **** is *** with out your permission. The predator that I meet and talk to threaten me with tantric ****.  It basically **** but with Tantra involved.  

Read this to know more

https://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/i-was-a-tantric-***-slave-1069859.html
anon Nov 2018
when the man that sexually assaulted me
laughed
because i said i was going to talk about ****** assault
i felt weaker than i
had ever felt
because suddenly
even though i knew what i wanted to say
and i knew i had a voice
i felt so little
and inconsequential
it was almost as though
he had stolen my voice
again
Toxic yeti Nov 2018
One winter night
A beautiful tibetan woman
When for a walk
In the moonlight
It seemed meditative
She done it before.  
But this night was goning to be different.  
A mysterious
Creature
Attacks and threatenes her
So shook up
A fear the man
And his lies
She ran.  
Ran until she was either safe or passed out.  
Either way she had to get away.
Statistics on **** and other ****** assaults are commonly available in industrialized countries, and are becoming more common throughout the world. Inconsistent definitions of ****, different rates of reporting, recording, prosecution and conviction for **** create controversial statistical disparities, and lead to accusations that many **** statistics are unreliable or misleading.[1][2] In some jurisdictions, male-female **** is the only form of **** counted in the statistics.[2] Countries may not define forced *** on a spouse as "****".[3] **** is a severely under-reported crime with surveys showing dark figures of up to 91.6% of rapes going unreported.[4][5] Prevalence of reasons for not reporting **** differ across countries. They may include fear of retaliation, uncertainty about whether a crime was committed or if the offender intended harm, not wanting others to know about the ****, not wanting the offender to get in trouble, fear of prosecution (e.g. due to laws against premarital ***), and doubt in local law enforcement.[6][7]
A United Nations statistical report compiled from government sources showed that more than 250,000 cases of **** or attempted **** were recorded by police annually. The reported data covered 65 countries.[8]



Canada.  
one out of every 17 women is *****, 62% of **** victims were physically injured, 9% were beaten or disfigured.[73]


United States
Edit
Main article: **** in the United States

**** rates in the U.S. per 1,000 people, 1973–2003.
The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention maintains recent statistics and standardized definitions upon which their statistics are based.[275] A 2011 report on prison **** stated that "in 2008 there were at least 69,800 inmates who were ***** under conditions involving force or threat of force, and more than 216,600 total victims of ****** abuse, in America’s prisons, jails, and juvenile detention centers."[276]
Data on the prevalence of **** vary greatly depending on what definition of **** is used. The FBI recorded 85,593 rapes in 2010. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention reported nearly 1.3 million incidents that year. It should however be noted that the CDC's definition of **** "represents the public health perspective" and takes into account the ability of the victim to consent to *** because he or she had been drinking or taking drugs while the FBI defines **** as "*******, no matter how slight, of the ****** or **** with any body part or object, or oral ******* by a *** ***** of another person, without the consent of the victim."[277]
A 2007 survey by the National Institute of Justice found that 19.0% of college women and 6.1% of college men experienced either ****** assault or attempted ****** assault since entering college.[278] In the University of Pennsylvania Law Review in 2017, D. Tuerkheimer reviewed the literature on **** allegations, and reported on the problems surrounding credibility of **** victims, and how that relates to false **** accusations. She pointed to national survey data from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention that indicates 1 in every 5 women (and 1 in 71 men) will be ***** during their lifetime at some point. Despite the prevalence of **** and the fact that false **** allegations are rare, Tuerkheimer reported that law enforcement officers often default to disbelief about an alleged ****. This documented prejudice leads to reduced investigation and criminal justice outcomes that are faulty compared to other crimes. Tuerkheimer says that women face "credibility discounts" at all stages of the justice system, including from police, jurors, judges and prosecutors. These credibility discounts are especially pronounced when the victim is acquainted with the accuser, and the vast majority of rapes fall into this category.[279] The U.S. Department of Justice estimated from 2005-2007 that about 2% of victims who were ***** while incapacitated (from drugs, alcohol or other reason) reported the **** to the police, compared to 13% of victims who experienced physically forced ****** assault.[280]
The 1998 the National Violence Against Women Survey, based on a sample size of 8000, described the incidence of **** as 1 in 6 women and 1 in 33 men based upon the report of experiencing an attempted or completed **** in her or his lifetime.[281]
A 1997 study on the non-institutionalized, non-military population by the U.S. Bureau of Justice Statistics, which defines **** as forced ******* by the offender,[282] found that 91% of reported **** victims are female and 9% are male.[283]
The majority of rapes in the United States go unreported.[284][277] According to the American Medical Association (1995), ****** violence, and **** in particular, is considered the most under-reported violent crime.[285] Some of the most common reasons given by victims for not reporting rapes are when the victim considers it a personal or private matter, and the fear of reprisal from the assailant.[286] Under-reporting affects the accuracy of this data.
A significant number of rapes reported to the police do not advance to prosecution.[287] Twenty-five percent of reported rapes result in arrest.[288] Only 16% of rapes and ****** assaults are reported to the police (**** in America: A Report to the Nation. 1992 and United Nations Populations Fund, 2000a).[289][290] Factoring in unreported rapes, about 5% of rapists will ever spend a day in jail.[291]
Contrary to widespread belief, **** outdoors is rare. Over two thirds of all rapes occur in someone's home. 31% occur in the perpetrators' homes, 27% in the victims' homes and 10% in homes shared by the victim and perpetrator. 7% occur at parties, 7% in vehicles, 4% outdoors and 2% in bars.[292] From 2000 to 2005, 59% of rapes were not reported to law enforcement.[293][294] One factor relating to this is the misconception that most rapes are committed by strangers.[293][295] In reality, studies indicate the following varying numbers:
Source:
Current or former intimate partner
Another relative
Friend or acquaintance
Stranger
US Bureau of Justice statistics
26%
7%
38%
26%
Australian government statistics[296]
56%
10%
27%
8%
UK Home Office (for comparison)[297]
45.4%
13.9%
29.6%
11%
In a 2012 news story, The New York Times reported, " ... according to a survey by the Alaska Federation of Natives, the rate of ****** violence in rural villages like Emmonak is as much as 12 times the national rate. And interviews with Native American women here and across the nation’s tribal reservations suggest an even grimmer reality: They say few, if any, female relatives or close friends have escaped ****** violence."[298]
Drug use, especially alcohol, is frequently involved in ****. A study (only of **** victims that were female and reachable by phone) reported detailed findings related to tactics. In 47% of such rapes, both the victim and the perpetrator had been drinking. In 17%, only the perpetrator had been. 7% of the time, only the victim had been drinking. Rapes where neither the victim nor the perpetrator had been drinking were 29% of all rapes.[292]
Koss, Gidycz and Wi published a study in 1987 where they interviewed approximately 6,000 college students on 32 college campuses nationwide. They asked several questions covering a wide range of behaviors. From this study, 15% of college women answered "yes" to questions about whether they experienced something that met the definition of ****. 12% of women answered "yes" to questions about whether they experienced something that met the definition of attempted ****. Moreover, depending on the region, 2-6% of the men interviewed admitted to ****. While the study focused on female victims and male perpetrators; it did not consider **** of men or **** in LGBT relationships.[299]
In 1995, the CDC replicated part of this study with 8,810 students on 138 college campuses. They examined **** only, and did not look at attempted ****. They found that 20% of women and 4% of men experienced **** during the course of her or his lifetime.[300][301][clarification needed lifetime or college time?]
In 2000, the National Institute of Justice and the Bureau of Justice Statistics published a study called "The ****** Victimization of College Women" based on a 1996–1997 survey. The study found that 3.1% of undergraduate women reported experiencing an act that met the researchers' definition of **** or attempted **** during a 6–7-month academic year. However, of those found to have experienced completed ****, only 46.5% of the victims answered that they considered the incident to be a ****, while 48.8% did not and 4.7% were unsure. The study also found that 10.1% of college women experienced **** and 10.9% experienced attempted **** prior to entering college. Victimization of men was not considered as part of this study.[302]
In a different section of the report, the authors speculate about whether statistics during an academic year generalize to an entire college experience. For a full discussion, read more on page 10 of the report, stating that "... the percentage of completed or attempted **** victimization among women in higher educational institutions might climb to between one-fifth and one-quarter" and further acknowledging in the corresponding footnote, #18, that "These projections are suggestive. To assess accurately the victimization risk for women throughout a college career, longitudinal research following a cohort of female students across time is needed."
80,000 American children are sexually abused each year. But unreported cases are higher, due to the fear among children.[303] Over ninety percent of the time, the perpetrator is someone familiar or close with the child. Sexually violent crimes targeting children involve forced ****** activities such as *******, *******, and/or other explicit contact with a minor. According to Child Protective Services, eighty percent of the time, a parent ends up being the perpetrator. Children who become victims of this crime often end up developing phobias, depression, and post-traumatic stress disorder, as well as performing poorly in school. Sexually violent crimes of all ages occur often.[304]
According to United States Department of Justice document Criminal Victimization in the United States, there were overall 191,670 victims of **** or ****** assault reported in 2005.[305]
Denov (2004) states that societal responses to the issue of female perpetrators of ****** assault "point to a widespread denial of women as potential ****** aggressors that could work to obscure the true dimensions of the problem."[306] Particularly as an increasing population of un-convicted felons and rapists who continue to insist that accusation of ****** assault is a punishment in lieu of justice through law enforcement agencies. It is thought that to be accused of **** brings shame to their families and social communities.
According to the National Crime Victimization Survey, the adjusted per-capita victimization rate of **** has declined from about 2.4 per 1000 people (age 12 and above) in 1980 to about 0.4 per 1000 people in 2006, a decline of about 85%.[307] But other government surveys, such as the ****** Victimization of College Women study, critique the NCVS on the basis it includes only those acts perceived as crimes by the victim, and report a higher victimization rate.[308] Despite a decline of 60% since 1993, the US still has a relatively high rate of **** when compared to other developed countries.[309]
RAINN asserts that from 2000 to 2005, 59% of rapes were not reported to law enforcement.[293][294] For college students, the figure was 95% in 2000.[308] One factor relating to this is the misconception that most rapes are committed by strangers.[310] According to the Bureau of Justice Statistics, 38% of victims were ***** by a friend or acquaintance, 28% by "an intimate" and 7% by another relative, and 26% were committed by a stranger to the victim. About four out of ten ****** assaults take place at the victim's own home.  




*did you know that every 98 seconds some gets or threatened with **** in North America.
I am sharpening my teeth,
preparing for the taste of
your flesh,

I am hesitant to take the first
bite, but I have a hunger that
nothing else will satisfy,

(revenge, revenge)

I am a creature of hate, now,
I am what you made me,
what you moulded me
into with your

bare hands. Toss back
the sheet and lay down
your gun,

show them what you
really are, open up
the scars you've forged
into my skin,

branded into my thighs,
white hot and stinging.
You say it's what I asked
for, with my ***
soaked lips,

but you knew how
the story would end
before you had even
seen me

knew the weight of your hand
smothering a scream

you came to me armed
and I was defenceless
but I am no longer
gunless

my bullets will hit your
heart, and I will forget
your smell, I will
shake of your
stale breathe

I'm not here to forgive you

(This story is mine)
Your smell lingers
on my skin,
caught in the scars
you forged,

a purple bed -
spread, to match
my legs

contoured to your
pleasure

my screams silenced
by your hands, that
start to wander
down,

between my legs,

a radio blasting meaningless
pop songs, that will become

a horros, hollow
soundtrack, every time
I'm caught off guard

blood - so much
blood, searing agony,

as you force your way
into me,

I am ice, frozen
solid and cold

I do not want
to thaw

to carry the scars
outside this
room

to take this nightmare
into daylight

I run, as soon as
I can,

I fumble at the
lock,

picking it apart
as you picked
me

apart,

I'm not going
to carry these
scars

I am not going
into battle

we are not
at war

no, I will
surrender

and leave our
story in this
room
I was already broken, and I needed my friends,
Another relationship had come to an end,
So I went to a party where I met you, two men,
In hindsight, I wish I didn't go and had just stayed in.

Late at night I was trying to sleep,
Yet you both followed me like lost sheep,
Inviting yourselves into the bed,
My "no"'s giving you the go ahead.

You acted like all I needed was encouraging,
As if no means "sure let's just keep on going!",
After a while, I even moved to another bed,
Yet you saw that as a sign to follow me instead.

2 on 1, your advance had begun,
I felt empty, devoid of all expression,
I was your doll for you to do with as you please,
I laid there as you added me to your trophies.

One of you is done and I think it might be over,
Yet the other said it was "unfair" for him not to quiver,
I wanted to forget so I could recover,
Then days later told "its only banter".

Did you think it was a game?
That getting *** would lead you to fame?
I know that straight after you went and told your friends,
As if I was an object or a means to an end.

When I asked you to stop gossiping your medal,
You blamed, insulted and implied that I was viral,
After it all that was the first time I cried in shame,
Because somehow, you made me believe I was the one to blame.

It's only now, years later, I realise it was wrong,
The "me too" movement has my mind dropping truth bombs,
The more I think about it the more I might explode,
These mental scars of trauma are all I have to show.

Do you know what its like to constantly think about?
To try every day to block it all out?
You probably don't even know or think about what you've done,
My body was just an object, a conquest that you won.

I don't know how long my mind will be haunted,
I still have to come to terms with being assaulted,
It's a brand my body and soul will always bear,
Except now I get freedom and hope from prayer.

Because my God is great, and He forgives all sin,
And it is through him that I have gained new skin,
"Forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you",
It is by him and for him that I forgive you.
Sarah Grace Nov 2018
I passed by your home everyday of my childhood,
knowing what transpired there,
knowing all you did and said.

When your hands touched my body
I was a child
I did not even know there was a name for what you did
I did not even know you silenced me again and again
I did not even know everyone around us kept your secret
I did not even know everyone I told had a duty to protect me.

If they would have done their job,
I would not have had to
walk past your home everyday of my childhood,
knowing that you were behind that green door.
I would not have had to fear you would walk out
and take another piece of my childhood away.

You put the darkness of the world
on the shoulders of a child.

You forced people who loved me into impossible positions and caused mistakes to be made.

You forced me to forgive not only you but everyone who knew and still did nothing.

You caused mistrust to run rampant in my mind
but I lend you my pity
because I can only imagine
what is running rampant in yours.
Avary Nov 2018
Pretty boy, singing your pretty words:
pouring liquid symphonies into my ear,
knowing exactly what I want to hear.

Stolen words, from a romance guide;
pried from the heart of your previous lover,
and some two, three, four or maybe five girls other.

Cooing sweet nothings in your honey voice.
It is not enough, a mating ritual parade,
because I’ve been there before and I know your charade.

Don’t you understand? - what you did to me.
Demon possessed or a facade dropped,
the memory: the pain, the anxiety, the shock.

What you want is untouched, an untampered babe.
Yet again, you devote your concert to me,
but I don’t want it and you don’t really want me.

I am stitched back together, corrupt by your hand.
Your photocopied scars adjourn my skin,
but the ink seeped deeper, obscuring your sin.

And you’ll never understand, what you did to me:
because you’re still a pretty boy, with your pretty words
and I'll deal with the trauma, my story unheard.
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