This is a poem I wrote about a time in my life. I thought that writing this might help me with the healing process. I haven’t come up with a title for it yet!
In the beginning
It wasn’t so bad.
An unwanted touch.
I lost all control as he put his hands on me.
But what can I do?
I’m just a girl, anyway.
His hand down my pants..
I said no, but he did it anyways.
I hear the words “slut, bitch, ugly, whore”
but the days go on and things don’t seem to change.
I struggle to find words.
I am powerless. Alone. Manipulated.
“I don’t like it when you wear that”
“Your annoying me”
These are the words I hear.
I am put down by his power.
Any chance to escape fails.
But finally, after months, I find the strength to leave.
To let go.
To stand up for myself for once and say I don’t deserve to be treated this way.
Its been 2 years.
But the memories eat away at me.
They sit in the back of my mind.
But once again, what can I do?
For I am powerless, compared to you.
I wrote this poem months ago, but my views have definitely changed since than, in a good way. I know i am not powerless! I am hoping to write a poem soon about how I feel about it now! Thanks!