The Wall

There were times I was forced against my bedroom wall,
And I had to just stand there and take it all.
But as he forced himself inside me, I didn’t know it was rape,
I was just trapped between the wall and him, with no escape.
His head would be pressed firmly against me,
And his foot against my door, so I could not break free.
I was suffocated, trapped, I could not push him away.
So I stood still and let him have his evil way.
Then he would pay me some money to silence my voice.
I could never tell, I had no choice.
For the abuse had been this way for so many years,
And the control and power held me in my fears.