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For a long time I allowed
Amnesia to shut the closet door on my memory so it can silently
Smash my painful past into small hazy pieces
Because I wasn’t ready to accept truth
That would make me victim
Of
That word
That haunts my mind
with hideous questions
Will the world think that word swept away my innocents
Did that word steal my innocents?
Did that word stain my virtue?
Did that word shame my name?
Am partly to blame?
Too horrified to tell anyone I know
What happen that day some time ago
Scared that on my face the pain might show
During one of the many hilarious rape jokes
“What’s black and blue with an bleeding allover?”
“I don’t know?”
“A rape victim”
“Hahahahahah”
Disgustedly I see all the jokes being about me
I was…………………
Raped
May be one day ill have the courage to
to speak out about it
But honestly
I’m just starting with not
posting this poem anonymously
This is my poetic nudity
I’m showing all of me
Expressively
And
truthfully
I was raped




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