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Bronze - The Rape
Dancing round in the bar,
flirting with the guys.
Beating them at games of pool,
sometimes taking on a few.

Music blaring in my ears,
the room begins to spin.
Next thing I know I'm in a car,
going to a place I've never been.

Throwing darts through the air,
as I drink a few more beers.
Then my shirt is ripped open,
and three men begin the sin.

I get thrown into the bed,
my skirt ripped from my legs.
Screaming no you can't do this,
then there was a blow to the face.

I wake up in this awful place,
not knowing were I'm at.
A smelly man on top of me,
his breath reeks of dope.

I find my skirt on the floor,
and put pull it back on.
My face is pounding very hard,
my eye is swollen shut.

There is blood dripping down my leg,
and refuses to stop.
I walk out of that awful place,
trying to remember the way we came.

I walk about a half a mile,
and come upon a store.
I take out a quarter from my purse,
and dial my boyfriends number.

He says stay where you are,
I'll be there in a few.
I can not do what he says,
I need to get away.

So I return to that lonesome road,
cold and numb as can be.
I jump into the ditch,
each time a car passes by.

He never found me on that night,
I was to scared to be seen.
I finally made it to his house,
he was mad for I didn't wait.

But in his arms all day long,
he held me as I wept.


© Cara L. Greenlee, All rights reserved http://allpoetry.com/poem/3652602

RedwingSpirit

I don't remember much of what happened but i know it happened. I remember bit's and piece the before and the after all to well. I never told anyone about this besides him I was to ashamed. People would have just told me well you shouldn't have been in a bar. But that's no excuse . i often wonder how many times they had done this to others I should have told. Now I can't even remember their faces to point them out for it has been to long and i have blacked it out till recently i re-read a letter from my husband. I don't even know if all three had done this to me. And Thank God I never got a disease from this.

P.S. I do not want to talk about this. I'm still am ashamed of it. So please don't, Please don't ask.
Feel Free to comment though
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  • BeautifulMistakes
    May 26

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    This one hits close to home for me, cause my story is very similar. I drank too much. I don't remember most of it.

    I'm still afraid to go outside, because I never saw him. Every time I see a guy, I go "Is that him?" It's a paranoia that, I now know from experience, no one should have to deal with.

    I'm really sorry this happened to you. And because I know how it feels firsthand, that couldn't come from any deeper in my heart.

    As for the poem...I couldn't really tell if there was a rhyme scheme or not. It was graphic in a mental-image sense, but not really graphically worded, and that's a difficult effect to achieve, so good job with that. The only correction is that, for the very last line, weeped should be wept.

  • StormGoddess Greeters member
    May 22

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    Cara, I used to feel the same way. Then one day, I woke up. First by writing it, and when I finally put it to 'paper' I was able to start releasing it into the wind. But moreso, to make others well aware that they are NOT alone. Not alone in feelings, in shame, in anger, in scars, and in all the other traumas that they will endure because of one stupid night or incident.
    It is hard to talk about it, and I am not saying to talk to people here. But find someone else to talk to. A stranger, a confidant, anyone. Heck, drive a few towns away and talk to an abuse shelter full of women, or teeange girls at a local high school or college. They don't need to know who you are, just that they know who you have become... a SURVIVOR! We give strength to one another.

    Bless you sweetie. And if you ever do need to have someone listen, I have nonjudgemental ears and know the feelings all to well.

    Storm


  • catie052 gold member
    May 22

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    your right, thats not an excuse...but you shouldn't feel ashamed...It was NOT your fault, no matter what you did or said... You were strong just to open up to write this. Stronger than I would have been...my prayers are with you ...this was a very emotional write...def straight from the soul...good luck in the contest

  • Lil-Bit Crazy silver member
    May 22

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    hugs...... thanks for sharing... good luck in contest... keep penning dont keep it in for your soul starts to die after to long...... good luck in contest.
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