Abuse Poem by Teens

Poem About Only Being Able To Take So Much

Hi, I just wanted to say that poetry is an outlet for me and a distraction -
after my brother sexually abused me when I was eight, and my mother did nothing about it. She couldn't really blame him because he was getting sexually abused too while he did it to me. Small world, huh? My name isn't really Kara, so I'm remaining anonymous.

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Womanhood can identify with this expression of overwhelming pain and trauma. I can relate to many such incidents, the victims shattered physically and mentally. That pain and agony has been...

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Only Human

Published by Family Friend Poems August 2014 with permission of the Author.

Blood paints itself on my body
I am only a canvas
Hidden from the rest of the world
My painter is a shy man

Scars kiss my sunken skin
I am only a soldier
They are my tattoos
Memories of my battles lay within black ink

Hollowed puppets of flesh and bone take form
I am only a shadow
A distorted copy of the original thing
A darker alternate

Amongst dark corners voices sing
I am only ears
To the sadness that leaks
From their haunted tune

Hands dance skilfully with the side of my face
I am only an object
Thrown about
A pawn in a stubborn man's game

Pain eats me alive
I am only a victim
At mercy to the merciless
Hanging by a thread

The world dissipates into a gloomy haze
I am only a dreamer
Eyes closed when they are needed open
Shutting everything out, blackness

Pieces of me splayed across the floor
I am only human
All my broken parts bleed defeat
There is only so much I can take

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by Ravisankar Ramprasad, India
9 years ago

Womanhood can identify with this expression of overwhelming pain and trauma. I can relate to many such incidents, the victims shattered physically and mentally. That pain and agony has been conveyed subtly and a tangible impact is felt. In a sense there is more to this poem more profound a hidden message which only a woman shall and will understand. I hope such inhumane acts are not committed against any woman ever again. I solemnly pray for those wounded scars to heal and for those embittered souls to recover.