The Unfortunate Event of Losing My Innocence
It can happen to anyone.
I hide inside a dark story untold,
Oppressed by the truths that I hold.
Afraid to talk, afraid to share,
Who will understand the burden that I bare?
So instead, I grab a paper and pen
And unleash the pain that I’ve been holding in.
I was just 15 years old when I lost my ability to say no.
What was once mine, was gone in a blink
And it all started with one corrupt drink.
Defenseless – couldn’t talk, couldn’t move,
While he did whatever he wanted to do.
Skin torn, clothes on the floor,
Couldn’t hold my eyes open anymore.
I was half alive but felt mostly dead,
As I laid there on that filthy man’s bed.
I don’t remember getting dressed or going home,
I don’t even know if a condom was worn.
My parents soon found out about the attack
But said it was my fault for “getting on my back.”
I was humiliated and ashamed,
Made to believe my worth was only to please a man.
I swallowed that night like a toxic pill,
Hoping to get better but I only got more ill.
From that point, my life took shape,
damaged, by the night that I was raped.
© 2014 Kate M S