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My Story

My Story

As I walk down the hall I am sore
β€œWhat is a whore?”
I walk to the car
β€œWill it leave a scar?”
I was 10 at the time
β€œWhat is this grime?”
I never told anyone
β€œHe had a gun”
I wonder what he did and why it was so scary and bad
Six years later, I finally told my father and he was mad
Mad at the man who stole my childhood

When I say no one should ever have to go through that, I mean it. Every night I go to sleep, feeling scared that I will wake up next to him. I don’t know the man that raped me. I never wish to seee him again. I hope this makes everyone who has ever thought that rape should be enjoyable to thing again. THink long and hard, Because when it happens to a 10 year old girl. You should know that it is wrong.

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kay harris

Wow a powerful write, I know this pain and horror as you.Β 
And for you to express your thoughts and feelings takes much courage, If I could give you 100 stars I would, I hope that you can see that no matter your story, you are a survivor and a strong and beautiful person. Hope you will write more and express your self through poetry, Keep up the fantastic work, much love friend. :)Β 

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BookWorm

This is really powerful. I'm sorry to hear this happened to you. Rape is not right. Great job expressing yourself.Β 

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