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    @Sa'adiya Muhammad

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    The perspective of a rape victim

    Sa'adiya Muhammad

    I still remember the dark dirty floor
    of the toy shed in the backyard.
    The pain as every piece of clothing I had on
    was getting torn off in fast motions.
    The hand covering my
    mouth as I screamed for someone to help me.
    The help never came.
    As I screamed with the sweaty hand over my mouth
    I was only six years old

    The pain was something I'd never felt before,
    it wasn't a cut nor a scrape.
    This pain would never go away or heal.
    Then as if time stood still
    I lay there thinking what my parents would think
    when I told them what had happened.
    I tried so hard to get myself to safety,
    but I was weak, every move I made
    felt like the world was crashing down on me.
    When really it was a fourteen year old boy crushing me
    as he forced his way into my innocence.
    Taking away every purity I had
    and leaving me with pain and suffering.

    At that moment I prayed that I would die.
    For to live a life with this pain and wound that would never heal was
    As I stopped screaming I thought I had died.
    The pain was still there but I felt a light shine on me.
    As I looked up I realized the torture was over, he had fled
    the toy shed and went back into his house.
    I lay there naked in my own blood trying to figure out why this all
    happened, and why it had happened to me.

  • halymah_ 49w

    Eyes of scorn

    One picks up a blade without yet first conquering oneself
    One judges preceding the revision of oneself
    One awaits heaven of earth without attempting to create serendipity for oneself
    One expects love yet can't foster the courage to give it to oneself
    The very sword that divides the world is the same that divides oneself
    Earth hath no existence save the reflection one gives
    One may not be able to change the world but can't one change their own?
    ©halimah M