I have NO idea what made me do this. Well, okay, I do, but that is not something I want to get into. Anyway, rape. Um, very short and not really a traditional poem, but hey, it works. I have no idea to what being raped is like, so I kept many details out. La, la, la, enjoy.



Mommy, Daddy, the Bad Man came, came and took your baby’s innocence away.

I only wanted to get home to you, but he stepped out from a corner.

He said he only wanted my help, said he was going to a friend’s house.

I said ‘yes’ and we started out.’

We went into a dark alley, and he took me.

I hit the floor, and he said he wanted more.

My dress disappeared, and the pain started there.

My screams, my whimpers, my tears, my blood only helped him more.

I fought, he scratched and hurt me more.

Seconds into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into forever.

Finally he stopped thanking me for the help.

I laid on the cold ground, sobbing in shame.

I lost what I wanted to save; he took it away.

I want to die.

Mommy, Daddy, the Bad Man came, came and took your baby’s life away.



ODD, but what do you think?