Stars illuminated the night sky,
And I descended to the pool,
My nine-year-old brother carrying the towels led the way.
The water was warm as I slid down up to my neck,
I tried to relax as my brother splashed around,
The breath of spring gently rocked me off into hypnosis.
A Tall African man walked and sat in the pool,
His conversation began…
How are you?
What’s your name?
In my naïve youth I politely answered.
I am 17 my name is…
He announced as he laid his hand gently upon my shoulder,
I shrug it off and he whispers in my ear,
Five more men of the same ethnicity entered,
And the man began his move.
My brother began to protest,
He wanted to go.
As I was concerned with his safety I tried to take my leave,
Another man came in to the pool followed by another,
Two of the men passed me back and forth,
The third massaged my shoulder and kissed my neck.
After about an hour of terror one of the other men said
Just let her go.
And I left with my brother hugging my towel close.
I walked in to my dad’s apartment and sat down in the chair,
I spoke with my parents right away,
Not a word that I spoke without tears to follow.
I wanted the pain to go away,
But it was forever to stay.
I felt nothing,
Not for myself and not for the deported men,
They had taken from me nothing I would be strong.
And that’s how it is
No nightmares,
No Pain,
Nothing.
Author notes
I would apriciate no verbal abuse about this event it only happened a few years ago and I would like to keep my feelings for it where they are. I don't need a psychological brake down because of your lack of sympathy.
Thank You.
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- Stop the Abuse, Image Inspired by Dutch Doll.
2000 points, ended March 12, 2008, 20 entries
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it takes alot of courage to write about abuse and I can relate good luck in the contest
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Your courage to share this is to be admired not abused. I sympathise with you wholeheartedly. Nobody should ever have to endure an event such as this. I'm so sorry that you went through this...stay strong.
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Well if anyone has a lack of sympathy they aren't wrth a break down....
anyway, very touching poem, thanks for having the guts to share your experience. Good luck to you in the contest.
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I am so sorry that you had to go through this it took a lot of courage to be able to write this down..
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Thank Your for your sympathy.
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