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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
    unbearable.
    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.