Description: This is kinda the intro to the poem you're about to read. A story of myself suffering through rape 11 years later:::::
It turns out that the girl Bryan lives with now is underage.
Doesn't surprise me though, he always did like the younger girls.
And it is not just them that live there, but a baby.
I have no idea if it is this girl's baby or someone else's.
It sickens me.
I bet he abuses that child too ... as well as this girlfriend of his.
I feel so bad for both of them.
I would just love to tell her what he did to me throughout those 5 years of his life.
Let her in on our "little secret."
The secret that ruined my life for 11 years.
Now read on...
Silent All These Years -------------------------------------------
I would love to see the look of horror on his face as she storms through their apartment and beats the living daylights out of him.
I would love to see her gather her things, take the baby, put on her winter coat and leave him.
Make him cry.
Make him bleed.
Make him suffer.
To tell him the same words that he told me many years ago.
"You'll thank me some day."
He needs to hear those things.
Feel the pain.
Live with those emotions ... every day of his life.
She will leave him without any warning.
Any previous sign of hatred or disgust.
And he will stand there,
Beer bottle still in hand,
Bruised eyes and arms ...
And he will cry.
He will cry for days ...
And he will wipe his tears as if to wipe away the years he spent hurting those young, innocent girls.
And as each tear hits the floor, he will reconcile for the things that he has done.
It will be passionate.
And it will be sincere.
And when all of his tears have dried, he will turn himself in.
Once and for all.
And I will stand there as his jail cell doors close.
And the sound of the metal doors locking will echo throughout the building.
A loud Boom.
And I will not look away from him as he stares into my eyes.
I will not be afraid.
I will not close my eyes or scream.
But I will just stand there.
And smile, because now ...
I know that all of us girls that he has hurt - are finally safe and free.
i really appreciated this peace not only for your courage to write about such a sensitive subject but for explaining it how it should be explained. there is no punishment to large for rapists and i can just picture you standing in front of his cell - you who were once afraid now lives in safety. i also find this admirable in the way that most rape victims seem to worry about others before themselves. you know how it feels and you are willingly to save others from that feeling. i could go on and on but let me end with this -may your courage never die, but let all those heartless rapists suffer immensely! take great care birdy
well, we've got a great medium, isn't it? Poetry IS a market of emotions..anything you want to buy, its there. The only capital you need is an experience. Be it good or bad- it just HAS to be there. good work bashing the immoral [censored] with a pure medium. -Devrath
This is truly deep and filled with honest emotions. I liked it most because it presented so much realness and everything you wanted is everything everybody wants from the people who hurt them. My only question is... do u think it will be enough? I mean afte he has suffered ...do u think u will truly be healed? Shouldn't we rely some what on ourselves to heal partically? I've been in many situations that were not solve with revenge (atleast not all the way). Even after the score was "even" I still had to do some self healing to completeky get past it. That's Just my opinion though