Rape Poems
Hymn To Pan
by Aleister Crowley
Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady !
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
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Rape Poem
by Marge Piercy
There is no difference between being raped
And being pushed down a flight of cement steps
Except that the wounds also bleed inside.
There is no difference between being raped
And being run over by a truck
Except that afterward men ask if you enjoyed it.
There is no difference between being raped
And being bit on the ankle by a rattlesnake
Except that people ask if your skirt was short
And why you were out anyhow.
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Nevermore
by Kandace Schofield
I never was a kola kid
walkin through the halls of low school
one word, freak
is all i ever heard
its all i ever heard
i wanted to be like you
i wanted to fit in
i'm nothing like you
you sodomized my outer shell,
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No Neck-Tie Party
by Robert William Service
A prisoner speaks:
Majority of twenty-three,
I face the Judge with joy and glee;
For am I not a lucky chap -
No more hanging, no more cap;
A "lifer," yes, but well I know
In fifteen years they'll let me go;
For I'll be pious in my prison,
Sing with gusto: Christ Is Risen;
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Rape
by Sondra Upham
I wake to a knife
on the back of my neck,
a man's voice low
in my ear. What I am told to do,
I do. Still
the moon lights my room.
The freight of his chest
fixes me to the rough, wood floor.
His breath
brags down my throat
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They Killed Her
by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
They parked the car outside to get to her,
Put on balaclavas to attack her,
Climbed the gate they wanted her...
Tied her dogs to get to her.
They kicked the door they saw her,
She was already scared they didn't care.
One held her daughter to beat her.
Blotted blood they kicked her,
On her tummy they punched her,
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White hot starry night
by Jules Morton
I felt scattered to the wind
Broken fragments flying far away
That white hot starry night
Drowning in moonlight
If you should find pieces of me
Do not try to piece me back together
For I will never be whole again
I lost my innocence long ago
No water could ever be hot enough
To scrub away the hands of all the ghosts
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by akjdoijo mnajajjdchsa
Continue readingThe Profound Scar
by Nupur Gautam
After what you did to me, did you never feel guilty?
Guilty of lustfully desiring my 5-year-old body.
I understand growing up is confusing,
But you didn't have to make me your guinea pig,
While experimenting with the protruding parts of your body.
I did not even resist you because I trusted you,
More than trust I was unaware of what you were doing to me.
I don't even know if you are to blame
Because I was the one who agreed to "play the fun game".
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hallucinatory worship
by Mister Rotten
prologue
the ensuing morning bears a cynical savor
a tangle of instincts, tainted and soiled
its flavor lingers – thus disposed is the labor /requital/
compelling repugnance, shock and recoil
act I
his voluptuous gaze;
/yielding honey/
frigid, incongruous flutter.
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