Poetry

No Longer a Victim
Once is enough to be raped and beat down, 
But to go through it repeatedly should not be allowed.

I was stronger because I have lived through it before, 
But still those issues have created many doors. 

So many walls and doors locked tightly shut, 
That I am surprised I am still capable of love.

Still and silent I sit here and wonder why, 
And how no one knew what happened those times.

Did you really confuse rape with love?
When I said no and you refused to stop?

Did you really think that it was all just a game?
When you had me by the throat and threw me away?

When will you see that what you did was wrong?
Even though did succeed in making me strong.

Never again will I feel so much pain, 
I will not ever be a victim again.


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Love I Can't Have
The kind of love I want

Is nothing but a song.

The kind of love I dreamed of

I will never even know of.

If I will never have that love,

what sense does it make to live?

Maybe I could fly high above,

maybe I’d let go of my dreams below

I just can’t see why,

I shouldn’t want to fly,

I don’t want to be around,

For more things to bring me down.

Even my love admits he can’t give me,

The kind lf love I have always dreamed,

I feel so helpless just thing of it,

I start to think ways I shouldn’t think.

This poem is featured in an ebook to be released soon, titled Poetry Lives: A Troubled Teen