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Post by vixen on Sept 3, 2006 21:34:23 GMT -6
My Innocence
You took my innocence when you pushed me against the wall You made me feel insignificant, tiny and small I tried to fight, but you were too strong Inside my mind screamed in terror,” this is so wrong” My mouth was quiet and I couldn’t make a sound.
When you finished your dastardly deed I said “ I will tell my parents and you will pay” You laughed at me and said, “Go ahead They won’t believe you anyway” I followed through and told my mom
Thought she would believe me But I was so very wrong She told me if your flag your ass In front of a man He will take you if he can
So I went through three years of hell Cutting deep into my thighs To release the pain To keep from going insane Because you convinced me I was to blame.
It’s been years now since this began I am a strong woman, I know who I am I still carry the scars from this angry man I have evolved as much as anyone can
I still carry the scars White traces on my thighs A soul that sometimes cries Because I was a little girl Who didn’t die
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Post by anirbas on Sept 3, 2006 21:38:32 GMT -6
Emotively powerful and empowering poeming.
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Post by amycando on Sept 4, 2006 8:12:29 GMT -6
powerful!
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Post by DavidMc on Sept 4, 2006 14:32:49 GMT -6
This a very powerful narrative Vixen, the pain leaps of the page. The imagery is both graphic and shocking. It's terrible how we can carry these emotional scars throught life.
David
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