Survivors Poetry

Did It Ever Happen To You?

I have a big red spot that's always there,
I often wonder why I care.
It's stupid really, came one day,
Now nothing on earth can take it away.
Some days I cry, some days it'll hurt,
Those days I feel like a nasty piece of dirt.

I wonder why it had to happen to me,
I wonder if others know, or if they can see.
I try to hide it, I honestly do.
But i'm dying to ask, 'did it ever happen to you?'

I was so young, I didn't understand,
What he was doing when he took my hand.
That deep breathing, all that sweat,
Those wet kisses on my neck.
I told him, 'NO! I DON'T WANT TO!'
But he was so strong, there was nothing I could do.

The salty taste against my lips,
The girating movement of his hips.
The blind panic, the longing to run,
This wasn't how it should be, this wasn't fun!

It makes me feel sick, the thought of that day,
There was nothing I could do, nothing I could say.
He planned what he would do to me,
Now i'm older, now i see.
It wasn't my fault, he was in the wrong,
And i've held onto my secret for so, so long.

I trusted him, he was my friend,
But that wasn't the case, in the end.




Poem by Jenny