#rape

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  • chiemelie 7m

    Rape

    If I KNEW WHAT YOU DID WAS GOING TO EAT OUT OF MY LIFE ,
    I WOULD HAVE KILLED MYSELF AND RATHER WOULD HAVE DIED,
    I WAS EIGHT AND YOU WERE ABOUT THIRTY FIVE,
    YOU HAD A DEGREE IN ACCOUNTING AND MATHS WAS MY STRIFE

    MY MOM BROUGHT ME TO YOU TO TEACH ME HOW TO TIMES,
    AND HOW TO DIVIDE NUMBERS IN TWO EVEN NUMBERS THAT WERE PRIME,
    FOR THE FIRST FIVE WEEKS OR SO YOU GOT ME LEARNING MY TABLES,
    AND THEN IN ABOUT TWO WEEKS LATER YOU HAD ME ON YOUR TABLE.

    YOU WHISPERED "IT'LL BE FUN" AS YOUR HAND ROAMED MY BODY,
    If I KNEW THE MEANING OF WHAT YOU DID, I WOULD HAVE TURNED THINGS BLOODY,
    I HAD LEARNT MATHS ENOUGH AND MY MOM THOUGHT SO TOO,
    BUT I STARTED FAKING DUMB CAUSE NOW I WANTED YOU.

    YOU THOUGHT IT WELL TO CREATE A BAND,
    So WHEN YOU WERE DONE WITH ME, YOUR FRIENDS TOOK THE NEXT ROUND,
    I BECAME COMPLIANT, I GUESS THAT'S WHAT CAME NEXT,
    IT WASN'T RAPE ANYMORE BUT HAD TURNED INTO SEX

    I GREW UP TRYING TO GET OUT OF THE MESS,
    YOU PLAYED MIND GAMES WITH ME TO YOU I WAS CHESS ,
    I'M TRYING TO PICK MY PIECES AND BIND THEM WITH TAPE,
    So I MAY NOT BE PRECIOUS ANYMORE BUT I'M A SURVIVOR OF RAPE

    CHIEMELIE SOLOMON IKWUEMESIBE
    ©chiemelie

  • bewaaji_madeewa 8h

    Rape Victim

    An alien in human form! Totally insane in his dealings
    The alien in human form dwells within us
    As the devil! He came to kill, steal and destroy
    He keeps lurking around the corner
    Each innocent gem he bruises till lifelessness beckons
    He broke her defences! Her confidence he stole
    The girl she is in the making was cruelly killed
    The beauty of womanhood she possessed was destroyed

    She is a victim! She, SHE, she, SHe, she
    The baby on diapers! Her innocence awfully crushed
    The kid on the street her esteem brutally broken
    The sweet teen! Her shreds behind cover-up smiles
    The adult! flashes and replay of her violation
    The lady behind Hijab! Her pains immeasurably boils
    The new razz girl on the street! She was raped too
    Your coyed daughter! She was raped too

    I am a victim of rape, you are a victim of rape
    We are victims of rape
    So many behind the curtains and veils - on secret modes
    Our voices trampled hatefully by the society
    Blames and more stigmas and more blames
    The victim is always wrong; the justification of evil
    The days are darker and growing darker and now darker
    The feathers to the eagle's wings inhumanely chopped off
    The guilts and traumas of that one day that broke our lives to shred

    The replay of the incidence till our sanity in insanity exchange
    Those who lived to tell the stories are few
    Those who were murdered in the process- much more! Sad
    Those who couldn't bear it till they willingly gave up
    I am a victim of rape! The voice in the desert! Calling out for a halt!
    My virginity on the bed of pains it left
    I can't heal! I had made my experience a sacrifice
    Let the blood of each defiled heriones speak
    May the day break with good tidings

    This is too much on us! The girl we are on the inside broke away
    Leaving us traumatic and shattered
    A new dawn breaks with healings in its' wings
    Fortifying each broken gem till newness attain
    A hope for each innocent girl, her innocence secured
    This is the turning point- we are the voice of the raped
    ©bewaaji_madeewa

  • _aradhana 14h

    Rape is not just women's issue. It's about a men who stop behaving like human beings and start behaving like animals.
    #rape
    #stopdoingrape
    #hangtherapist
    #miraqkee

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    Rape

    समाज का यह कैसा है दस्तूर
    क्या एक बेटी होना यही है मेरा कुसूर?

    उठाया जब आज भी अखबार
    तो रोज की तरह फिर मिला वही समाचार,
    फिर इंसानियत हुई शर्मसार,
    आज फिर राह चलती लड़की हुई बलात्कार का शिकार॥

    आखिर कहाँ चली गई थी तुम्हारी इंसानियत,
    जब तुमने की उस लड़की के साथ इतनी हैवानियत
    वह चीखती रही वह चिल्लाती रही
    तुमसे दया की भीख मांगती रही
    पर थी उसके जिस्म की भूख तुम्हें इस कदर
    कि उसकी विनती भी न कर सकी तुम पर कोई असर?
    क्या तुम्हारी अंतरात्मा ने तुम्हें रोका नहीं
    या उस मासूम का दर्द तुमने देखा नहीं?
    आखिर कहाँ मर गया था तुम्हारे अंदर का इंसान,
    जब तुम बन बैठे इस कदर हैवान॥

    पर बस अब बहुत हुआ,
    अब तो है बस एक सवाल,
    आखिर कब तक होगी एक बेटी यूँ लाचार?
    आखिर कब तक होगी इंसानियत यूँ शर्मसार?
    ए खुदा, अब तू ही बता,
    आखिर क्यों दिया हमें यह श्राप
    आखिर क्यों बनाई तूने एक लड़की की जात?
    ©_aradhana

  • autumn_cenny 1d

    This is real.
    This is my story
    #rape #rapesurvivor

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    2005

    Barricaded to the wall
    I could see him looking at me with lust and hunger all in his eyes
    I was only a child but I could feel it in my soul and knew something wasn't right
    Lying down pinned to the floor, all I felt was pain
    Pain between my legs and my private self
    A little girl lying all alone
    Helpless as I watch my power and will taken away from me
    Years passed by and I understood theoretically what happened but mentally i was and still messed up
    If only it had ended once
    If only it was just a one time thing
    But no, they had to keep coming till I could feel myself no more
    Now am 20 but I still live and see that 5yrs old me who was raped and molested continuously till 13
    I was more than sex they took
    They stole myself from me,
    They stole my power and will
    They stole my dignity and strength
    They stole my pride
    But above all they stole my voice

    They left me with pain and suffering
    They left me with a pile of trash to sort through
    This is more than a a write up
    This is my scar
    This is my pain
    A pain I carried alone for years
    To that little girl out there going through same
    Babygirl, it's not your fault
    You did nothing wrong
    You a survivor and not a victim
    You stronger than you can ever imagine
    ©autumn_cenny

  • fayizfay 1d

    ...Be louder for the voiceless...

    Each cell cried when pain arose...
    Projection of sperm is not a criterion to pose.

    Whenever feel a thirst for rape,
    See in her the woman, who made you in this shape...

    Banging a poor soul,
    will never make you a macho man...
    It will only abet you,
    to the epithet, you as one among the dirty clan...

    Being in bond to make a folk,
    May win the war over an evil fork.

    But it is time to rethink the concept of modern feminism.
    Where equality among them is ruled by capitalism...
    ©fayizfay

  • kinqz_poetry 1d

    The man dies.

    The man dies in all those who keep still in the moments of hate and rape, because silence is as weighty as compliance.
    ©kinqz_poetry

  • the_anon_alpha 1d

    2020

    The year we were all waiting for
    The year we were eager to experience
    The year we were certain would be exceptional
    Look at us now

    Here we are
    Slapped in the face with a different difference
    A virus with no cure
    Animals in human form
    Rape being justified
    Murderers roaming the streets
    Traffickers in power
    The world is wounded
    We need your help

    O God!
    Forsake us not
    Help us to heal
    Cleanse the land
    Wipe our tears
    And make your Children smile
    Make the lands prosper
    Heal the world
    © The.Anon

  • pg_omotayo 1d

    She screamed... Please... Help... stop!
    But you took that as a clue to go on
    Tearing the fabric defenses of her body
    Like a feral predator tearing through its prey
    With all she had, she fought!
    With her senses screaming to her protect the fortress... Fight!
    She fought and struggled with you with all she had
    But what damage would catapults do in a war of machines
    You conquered her strength
    And like a tyrannical conquerer,
    You violated her sanctuary.
    Thrusting your ridiculous member into her
    Her struggles only fed your monstrous strength
    and her screams of help and plead only fuels your sexual impulses
    Keep shut!
    With a strike on her face,
    you enforced your order
    Defeated and betrayed by her weak defenses,
    She gave up!
    Her lungs could no longer fight by her side and her arms surrender...
    Weak and defeated,
    She surrenders to the horror of the dark you plunged her into.
    That night,
    You took not only her pride but her soul with it.
    You broke not just her walls,
    But destroyed her resolve with it.
    With her earthbound body
    Lying on a bed of dust
    You took away with you
    As you rise from on top her
    With a devilish satisfactory grin
    Her chance to relish in the sweetness of womanhood
    You plunged her into an hangover of regret from your sexual drunkenness
    What have you done!?
    You have committed the greatest sin against womanhood
    Your soul has gone rogue
    And have ripped of its humanism
    You've committed a great sin
    And you are as guilty as charged
    Your existence have been condemned into misery,
    The curses of all deadly sins will plague your essence
    You thought to bury her
    But like the phoenix she will rise
    Like the lioness, she will defend her pride
    Like a flower, she will grow beautifully unique in her surrounding thorns
    You have failed as a man, a protector and as a human
    ©pg_omotayo

    Photo credit @lexonart
    #mirakee #rape #writersnetwork #writesnetwork #poetry #depression

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    That night,
    You took not only her pride but her soul with it.
    You broke not just her walls,
    But destroyed her resolve with it.
    With her earthbound body
    Lying on a bed of dust
    You took away with you
    As you rise from on top her
    With a devilish satisfactory grin
    Her chance to relish in the sweetness of womanhood
    You plunged her into an hangover of regret from your sexual drunkenness
    What have you done!?
    ©pg_omotayo

  • favinekelly 1d

    My crime

    What was my crime?
    I was born with a vagina
    What was my crime?
    I was born black
    ©favinekelly

  • the_anon_alpha 1d

    You are the cause of your actions
    You are a wild animal
    You are a deranged human
    You deserve death and worse
    You have no right to live

    That is what you are as a rapist
    A Wild animal in human form
    You should be killed
    And your body should be devoured by animals
    There's is no justification for your sins

    The trauma your actions lead to
    You should suffer worse
    Those that support you should be ostracized
    There is no reason for your actions
    ©The.anon

  • whytequeen 1d

    IN FRAGMENTS AND PATCHES

    The pieces of us you read
    in lines and verses
    are not ones easy to come by.

    The bits of emotions engraved
    in curly blacks and whites
    are parts of us we give to you.

    What do you do with them?
    Do you snarl at them,
    cry, make faces, or even pout?

    Do you disperse them to the winds
    of insouciance
    or do you keep them safe for us-
    in your hearts?

    I wish to know what you do with
    the pieces of us we have given
    in every of us you've read!

    Are we Poets your emotional fools
    the ones that cry and bleed in ink
    whilst real people face their battles?

    Believe me, our voices are stronger
    than the rushing of a thousand oceans!

    Our truths shall not be silenced
    Soon, it will begin to smell
    like summer again!

    Until then,
    muffle not our expressions
    but find redemption in the lines we serve.

    ©®Whyte Queen

  • _oj3y_ 1d

    I can't any more

    I used to think it was because of what they wore
    I used to think there would be justice but that was before
    When the law stood for all the right times
    But honestly I can't differentiate between the lies
    I used to think they where wrong before
    But honestly....


    I can't anymore
    ✍™
    ©_oj3y_

  • the_winged_cognition 2d

    DISCLAIMER : The Kathua rape case refers to the abduction, rape, and murder of an 8-year-old girl, Asifa Bano, in Jammu and Kashmir, India, in January 2018.The examination by the doctors found that the girl had been drugged with a sedative before she was raped and murdered in a hundu temple , with the prime accused being a priest. ��

    #justiceforasifa #asifabano #rape #gangrape #poetrylovers #deep #broken #poemsdaily #poemsofinstagram #mirakee #writersnetwork

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    A PLACID PLEA .

    I write for asifa , I hold a pen,
    A little girl who wasn't even ten ,
    Her abbu couldn't save her , neither could her ammi ,
    People payed with her , as if she was a dummy .

    Imagining them drugging her with pills,
    Still gives me deep core chills ,
    Her yells and cries for a mere help ,
    Still haunts my mind when I think her yelp.

    All of us heard the endless cries ,
    That seeped from that mother's teary eyes .
    But we ignored her , we swayed her away ,
    Just because in a DARGAH did she pray ! .

    Every daughter's unsafe in our great motherland,
    From an old woman to a little infant,
    You or me , we're all insecure,
    It's a disease we ought to cure .

    Breaking the barriers of religion and caste ,
    Our opinions let's broadcast,
    India's esteem is in vanity,
    For my Asifa is dead and so is Humanity. .. -P.S.❤
    ©the_winged_cognition

  • whytequeen 1w

    Soothing Scribbles

    There's a place I seek refuge
    and draw strength from.

    All seem quiet and still,
    as I listen to the course
    steered by my heart.

    At midnight particularly,
    homeless words come to stay;
    their beautiful eyes
    glinting in the dark.

    I warm a shivery part of me
    and I cuddle with them.
    So you see?

    It's not so difficult
    to find bits of me
    perched in letters
    or lost behind syllables.

    At other times,
    you'll find me sucking warm milk
    from lines and verses.

    Indeed, I find myself growing,
    away from weariness and anguish,
    lulling in the conquer
    of my disarrayed ego.

    ©®Whyte Queen

  • whytequeen 1w

    Dirges and Defeat

    I'll chant you a midnight's ire
    though the lyrics
    beckon at my enteric layers
    the songs can be heard in empty drums
    where the rains hypocritical doth not fall.

    I'll sing...
    until my hands finds
    sustenance from the
    stash of usurpers.

    I'll chorus the songs
    sung by somber maidens.
    Though the night's incense burn-
    sleep will elude your delicate eyes.

    I'll play prickle at the lyre
    till I hit the chords
    that splits your
    confluence of tears.

    I'll sing you the songs of
    the guiltless burnt at the pyre;
    the delusions of truth
    shall find adjudication.

    I'll laugh at the peril
    unleashed upon the guilty;
    how they dance crookedly
    to their diabolical tunes.

    ©Whyte Queen

  • sad_poett 1w

    MY UNSPOKEN

    Now that I have spoken...
    I will never be silenced
    Yes...
    The pain cuts me deep,
    Pain is nothing
    Compared to the torture you made me feel

    I could feel your hands penetrating through my poor skin,
    You touched,tossed and turned me around like I was your puppet
    Your sex cut through me like a knife directly set to attack it's predator
    I was in pain
    You were breaking me
    And you didn't even care
    I was just a child

    I was bleeding for mercy
    And all you could was turn around and ask me how I felt
    How could I feel
    When my heart was already on the ground
    You were having a time of your life,
    Taking my life away
    Tearing my skin apart
    Never have I ever felt Clean again
    For you brought chaos to my life

    I have finally found my voice
    But now that I have spoken...
    @Sadpoet
    © ongorobeldine20@gmail.com
    ©sad_poett

  • whytequeen 1w

    *LES DAMNÉS*

    *Disclaimer*

    This is dark poetry; if you do not do dark poetry, please do NOT proceed to read.

    ******************

    I've had to listen to myself
    say nothing
    and acknowledge the nothing I've said.

    Build on it until it became
    a screaming silence.
    I've watched myself dissipate
    into shreds
    of doubts and slices of panics.

    I see laughing shadows
    and hear echoes of mockery.

    It's like I am inside these walls
    and people can hear me scream
    but they just go on.

    Some hang paintings
    of inflictions on these walls,
    they tear me apart and drown my voice.

    Some try to gather my tears
    in a cup and others try to
    measure the worth of my wails.

    Am I not worth saving?
    Credible enough to be listened to?

    See how they encompass
    around my carcass;
    and peer into long,
    dead grieving eyes
    with that stab of guilt at
    having done nothing to save me.

    They go with that part of me,
    haunting their daylights
    and screaming their sins
    into the willows of their eardrums.

    Whilst I lay still, my soul
    remain lost in
    the gates of purgatory.

    ©®Whyte Queen

  • suhani05 2w

    We r listening the rape cases daily in india..n it's become common also..bcuz of the thinking of our society n boyzz..
    Before some dayz , an 18 year old girl in Morena in Madhya pradesh has accused her father of raping her twice during this lockdown while her mother also helped him out. First tym this was happened on 26 march 2020, she was working in the kitchen. Her father grabbed her nd took her to a room where he tied her. Her mother also helped him , she stuff cloth into her mouth while her father was raping her.
    Second tym, this was happened on 10 april .Actually her parents locked her in a room that she will not be able to inform abt this to anyone bt somehow she managed to escape from her house n went to her aunt's home bt her aunt informed her father. Then he took her back n then raped her agn. This all come to an end when her elder sister get to knew abt this. She inform all this to police..then they filed a complaint n arrested her father n mother.
    The girl also claimed that her father has been molesting her since she was in high school n has also tried to molest her other sister.
    Really feeling very ashamed after listening this all. Afterall , a father is called the first love of a daughter. Every girl is a replica/clone of her mother. But this both sentence values nothing for that girl cuz her own father raped her n her mother also helped him. Atleast one thing is clear after this that humanity is no more.
    I JUST HOPE THAT SHE GET JUSTICE.
    -suhani
    #rape
    #stopdoingrape
    #hangtherapist
    #domesticvoilenceawareness
    #mirakee

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    बलात्कार

    तुम्हारी भूख मिटी की नहीं..?
    यदि नहीं..
    तो हैं अब भी और भी बेटियां..
    और भी बहनें..।।
    हैवानियत की तो तरक्की हो रही है यारों..!!
    कल तक तो बाहर वाले से डरते थे..
    पर आज तो एक पिता ही अपनी बेटी का बलात्कार करते हैं..।।
    मजाक समझ कर बैठे हो ना तुम सब..
    कि आज कोई काम नहीं है करने को..
    तो चलो किसी का रेप कर लेते हैं..।
    आज कोई और मिला नहीं..
    तो चलो अपनी ही बेटी की इज्जत के साथ एक खेल खेल लेते हैं..।।
    वह बेटी भी पूछ रही अपने पिता से..--
    मैं तो तुझे भगवान का दर्जा दे दी थी..
    अपने सारे दुख दर्द आकर तुझसे ही तो कहती थी..
    कम से कम मेरी चीख के लिए तो खोल लिया होता अपना कान..
    चलो छोड़ो..तुझ जैसे तो मर्द का दूसरा नाम ही है हैवान..।
    पर मां..मैं तो प्यारी बच्ची थी तेरी..
    पली थी मैं तो ममता के आंचल में तेरी..
    वह तो मर्द है..वह तो हैवान है..
    पर तू तो एक औरत है..
    तू तो देख सकती थी आंसू मेरी..
    आखिर मैं तो जन्मी थी कोख से तेरी..।।
    यारों अबतक खून नहीं खोला आप लोगों का..
    कब तक यूंही चुप बैठोगे..?
    कब तक यूंही तमाशा देखोगे..?
    कब बोलोगे..?
    कब अपनी आवाज उठाओगे..?
    जब तक कि तुम्हारे साथ नहीं होगा..??
    मुझे पहले लगा कि उसकी गलती नहीं है..
    पर अब पता चला की सारी गलती तो उसकी ही है..।।
    भगवान ने दिया जो उसे एक श्राप है..
    उसने बनाया जो उसे लड़की जात है..।‌।
    चलो छोड़ो यार.. कहां मैं यह मुद्दा उठा रही..!!
    हम सब तो लड़की हैं..
    हमारे नसीब में यही लिखा है..
    इंसाफ मांगे भी तो किससे..?
    जब कानून ही यहां का बिका है..!!
    (Plzz read the caption also..)
    ©suhani05

  • whytequeen 2w

    TRANSCIENCE

    We, fading like ink spilled on
    a bubble of water,
    mixing and disintegrating
    into an odourless enigma.

    The letters we etched
    from our hearts
    lie in heaps of unsent mails.

    The words carved on the
    old, wet walls
    are ancient truths
    of bespoke feelings.

    The words lingering
    about our lips
    lies in unspoken thoughts;
    tears besieging all.

    Happiness is nothing but a memory;
    retold in the fragility of today.

    But tonight,
    walls are coming down!
    Tears will rain and you'll
    feel them like fire snuggling ice.

    ©®Whyte Queen

  • whytequeen 2w

    ASHES

    I am formerly of embers;
    soft to touch,
    flaying with winds....
    an urgent reminder of vanity;
    of easy passing of things.

    A painful feel...
    of things lost.
    The realization of smoldering tears...
    of eloquent mournings...
    of mournful lamentations...
    of darkest of nights....
    of the horrific flashes that linger on pillows...
    of terrors accompanying dawn...
    of the pangs and guilt to live...

    I was the ash that adorn faces
    of gallant men and
    beautify faces of courageous women.
    I was the song
    you were warned not to sing.

    I was the last notes
    left to be read by them
    who sacrificed their lives
    at the altar of death.

    I was the tears
    most of you could not cry.
    I was the tears
    that ruined your happy little lives.
    I was the sauntering grief
    that quaked your daisy phantasms.

    I was the nakedness of pain...
    stark in its shameful glory.

    I was...
    I was...
    I was...

    In the desires to know what I was,
    no one stopped,
    not even for a minute
    to ask what I am now.

    You have all loved everything black...
    in the id's of your tiny souls.
    You all have a crush on dirges
    and are betrothed to funerals.

    Tell the truth,
    you savour every bit
    of the taste of pain...
    you long for it in your sorrowful souls.

    Tell me,
    how is it that in your lust for tears,
    you missed the signs of a life
    coming slowly to a close?

    You saw the signs,
    but you were there for the miracles...
    to be awed by words
    and swayed by lines and verses.

    They were poets!
    We hide our demons
    amidst metaphors and similes
    and in every conceit
    known to mankind.

    We may not have instigated these deaths,
    but we paid for their tickets
    to the world beyond.

    Cheers to them
    who give these signs
    of the ends of their time;
    ready to snuff away
    beautiful memories...

    Cheers to them
    who leave ricochets
    of scars on those
    who have learnt to love them.

    Cheers to them
    who help us remember
    that time here is a fleeting beauty.

    Cheers to them,
    indeed...
    indeed..
    Read between the lines...
    This is not an eulogy...
    it's a subtle plea.

    ©®Whyte Queen