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another rape poem

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From The Victim
I can’t believe you. Don’t you have any regret? You were supposed to protect me, But you only failed at that. How can you live with yourself, Each and every day, Knowing you ruined who I should be? In only the eyes of God, I had a plan, you know, To lead a happy life. But it all came crashing down, On your so called wonderful night. Who told you that you had the right? Didn’t you hear the words I was speaking They were begging you to stop? Never even told you to begin. So I gotta ask, Just one more time, Who said you had the right?
one of the 68% of victims that will never tell a soul. i'll just pick up my clothes, and have a cab bring me home. take a few showers, and remember to breathe. try to not relive this nightmare every time i close my eyes to sleep. start wearing clothes that are overly discreet. i feel like superman without his cape. my "friends" will argue that its okay because well, i never told him no, so it isn't really considered rape
A.N. Coffrin
shhh, it wont hurt
I used to think that birds
could be lovers/
Until my beak broke.
and I could no longer eat/ sin.
been swimming low ever since.Â
Teeth,
sweating.Â
Screams,
crawling
up my skin.
eyelids. heavy like the tsunami
that raped Mumbai’s streets.
I realized/
Happiness/
lasts as long as those moments/
in those offices/
right before the first plane hit the first
twin tower/
I still
Tower,
on my toes
gasp for air,Â
dangle my feet,
I levitate,
reach for a kiss and
you
stand there/
unaware.
I guess its just not suffocating enough in here.Â
-Neha S.Â