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Promiscuous
Promiscuous
Promiscuous girl
Or so they thought
She wonders with a giant scarlet letter over her head,
But she said stop.
Her back hit the bed and she was out.
I only had one sip, that’s it
No one heard her cries, instead she ran from herself
Ashamed of what happened, she can’t even look at herself in the mirror, she strokes the cheek of her girl she no longer remembers...
Why did no one believe her?
She remembers the room you see, before everything went black, she couldn’t fight it.
She said stop.
Am I going to go to hell? I couldn’t fight the monster above me
Please god please hear my prayers
I said stop.
And then the once a sweet girl is eaten up by the trauma the earth has presented her,
She never sees the sun anymore.
Constantly covered with a curse of rain clouds and mental wars
She told him to stop. No one realizes before it’s too late.
Bye she says, I told him to stop

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My name is Carli, I'm 18 and currently a senior in High School. I wrote this poem because when someone is sexually assulted, they don't feel like they're heard. So I wrote this to show how mentally damaging it is for no one to listen to you, and make you feel worthless.