Abuse Poem by Teens

Friends Don't Believe I Was Raped

I was raped at a high school party about 3 months ago. I'm 16 years old and was intoxicated. When I went to tell my 'friends' at the party, they all took his side and claimed I was too drunk and that I made it up. I've thought about this situation every day, and I've blamed myself almost every time. I've found writing as a good way to release the built up sadness that I feel inside me.

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I was raped, by my father. It all started when I was 11. He started touching me, and even came in my room while I was sleep. I'll never forget the day he raped me. I was watching TV, laying...

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The Man In The Cargo

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Published by Family Friend Poems September 2011 with permission of the Author.

The man in the cargo murdered my innocence, and he took away my pride
He broke me down, and he shattered my trust all at once in his stride
The man abused me, he denied me, and he watched as tears ran down my face
How could one soul do this? I believed I was in a safe place

Because of him, I fear just about all
And all I can do is blame myself; "How could I not escape?" not even crawl
My friends all dismissed me when I spoke of what had occurred
They ignored my fearful plea for help, every last word

My eyes are now swollen, my bones nearly broken
For now the man who stole my childhood holds it as his token
The people around believed my words to be untrue
Congratulations, you fooled them. But they really don't know you.

I told him no, and I even begged him to stop
Deafened by alcohol, he remained there on top
The man took away my voice; he is the bane of my life
The physical pain I felt that night was comparable to that of a knife

Because of him, I live in fear
I am afraid of any man who comes even remotely near
I walk alone now, and I hope this guilt is a heavy burden to haul
Dear man-in-the-cargo, you're not even a man. Not a little, not at all.

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  • Zanika by Zanika
  • 7 years ago

I was raped, by my father. It all started when I was 11. He started touching me, and even came in my room while I was sleep. I'll never forget the day he raped me. I was watching TV, laying on the floor. I remember him asking me if I was scared of him. I yelled no!

I begged him to stop. I cried. He told me to take it like a big girl, and that I was not the first one...that he did it to my sister and cousin. The whole time he told me how good I felt to him. The harder he went, the more I hated him. I just wanted him to kill me. I felt like it was my fault. My own daddy. How could he do this to me? Did he even care that he hurt me?

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  • Nook by Nook
  • 7 years ago

Zanika, have you reported this or at least sought out medical attention?

  • Courtney Stewart by Courtney Stewart
  • 8 years ago

Thank you for sharing your story. You are very strong for doing that. I was raped from the time I was fourteen to just before I turned 19. I was raped a total of twelve times by one of my closest guy friend's brother. Then I realized that they drugged me a few times and my guy friend raped me. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about it. Continue being strong.

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  • Tiffany by Tiffany, Colorado
  • 12 years ago

Thank you... First of all... for being so brave. I have been molested and raped. I was raped when I was 14, just after I lost my virginity. The man I lost my virginity to was 22 and, was in the room while I was being raped. He did nothing to stop it. I held a lot of anger and resentment and rage and guilt. I was also INTOXICATED. It even took me a long time to remember all the parts of that night. All I had was flashes and a lot of physical pain to remind me that, as much as I wanted it to be a dream, that it was reality.... that it had really happened. The day that you can admit to yourself that people make their own bad choices and they have nothing to do with what you do or what you don't do, is when you can release all those detrimental feelings and exhaustion. THE BEST WAY TO GET BACK AT THE PEOPLE WHO HURT YOU IS TO ENJOY LIFE, LEARN AS MUCH AS YOU CAN, AND TO SUCCEED IN ALL THAT YOU DO. No one believed me either. But I BELIEVE YOU! You know what's true and in that case do you really have to convince anyone??? Be a success!!!, and love people. it makes such a huge difference. Thank you, and god bless. LIFE GET'S BETTER!

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