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Question:It was late at night
I was all alone
I thought I heard a noise
Next thing I know
He's in my bed
Playing wih my toys

He held me down
Both arms and legs
I felt his heated breath
Then I felt his warm hard peg
On my firm youn breasts

The more I fought
The more he pumped
Until I fought no more
Then he wispered in my ear
"You dirty little whore"
Then we rolled out of the bed
On to the hardwood floor

Then he pressed his lips to mine
It was very sick
After that he states quite firm
I know you want my d**k

I was in shock I cried out loud
And began to buck and fight
Then he says to me
Sluts are always tight

I cried and begged to no avail
He was not going to cease
So I just relaxed and let him in
Just to have some peace

I was young and white as snow
I'd never had a man
A little voice inside my head said
"Do the best you can"

After a while he finished with me
And said "go take a shower"
"When you are done I will be gone"
The next day he sent me flowers

I will never forget that night
It was warm and wet and tight
From now on with all men
I always say their right

I've pulled trains in biker bars
And danced on talc for ages
All I know my love for men
Is coupled with bad rages

Nice guys want me for their wife
But I'm not being friends
Cause I'm a slut I know that now
And will be till the end


Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: It was late at night
I was all alone
I thought I heard a noise
Next thing I know
He's in my bed
Playing wih my toys

He held me down
Both arms and legs
I felt his heated breath
Then I felt his warm hard peg
On my firm youn breasts

The more I fought
The more he pumped
Until I fought no more
Then he wispered in my ear
"You dirty little whore"
Then we rolled out of the bed
On to the hardwood floor

Then he pressed his lips to mine
It was very sick
After that he states quite firm
I know you want my d**k

I was in shock I cried out loud
And began to buck and fight
Then he says to me
Sluts are always tight

I cried and begged to no avail
He was not going to cease
So I just relaxed and let him in
Just to have some peace

I was young and white as snow
I'd never had a man
A little voice inside my head said
"Do the best you can"

After a while he finished with me
And said "go take a shower"
"When you are done I will be gone"
The next day he sent me flowers

I will never forget that night
It was warm and wet and tight
From now on with all men
I always say their right

I've pulled trains in biker bars
And danced on talc for ages
All I know my love for men
Is coupled with bad rages

Nice guys want me for their wife
But I'm not being friends
Cause I'm a slut I know that now
And will be till the end

I'm afraid I'm with Forbidden. I'm not buying it either. In fact, if I had ever been raped, I'd be outright offended by your audacity.

Kabum

I'm not sure whether the poetess made it clear that she WAS raped. Instead, the poem describes a situation where a young girl was molested. Just what doesn't sit with me is WHY people always criticize the poet/poetess and NOT the poem.
I personally appreciate the directness of narration here. Report It


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  • were you raped as a kid?

    i am so sorry you had to go through this..but if you find comfort in writting poems about this horrible experience then i suggest you continue to do so because it was very touching and sad

    well, being raped doesn't make you a slut, but it sounds like because of it you have a lot of issues that make you believe it and maybe act that way.
    Writing is good therapy and I liked your poem - it was very descriptive and told a complete story. It's full of a lot of raw emotion. I wish the ending wasn't how you felt - but it is what it is. Hopefully you can work on that so you don't be self-destructive. It's never too late to change - not all men are a**holes.
    Keep writing!!!

    Sorry, I might be wrong,
    but I don't believe it.
    If that really happened how could you write this the way you did?

    this is amazing, with the exception of a few typos, it's basically perfect

    not in quite some time has a poem touched my in such a way, it truly sent a cold chill down my spine

    the rhythym gave it a more innocent tone that made it all the more disturbing, and your use of real language (the swearing etc.) gave it all a further contrast that was astounding

    if you actually were raped, especially if this is how it actually happened, your ability to not just list countless synonyms for pain and call it art, is refreshing; and as for life, I hope your message at the end was given in a sarcastic tone, I know personally that such an event can destroy you, but you don't have to let it, you are more than just an slut, more than an object, more than a victim, at the very least, you are a poet

    Fantastic rhytm. I love how your poem deos not seem fantasitc till you stroll through it and read it in a gyration style speech.

    Aslo, I think that I feel that I should feel sympathy for you because of the sad rape. Please accept my sympathy.

    This is really sad. I hope you can get help one day and realize you are not a slut.

    NO, you are not a slut! No woman wants to be raped like that. I'm sure you really deep down are a wonderful person. I'm so sorry you think that way. He hurt you and there is no excuse for what he did. It was wrong! You need to know that you are good and you shouldn't belittle yourself like this. They are not right to hurt you.

    I think you may be a person who has read a lot and done little. It is fine to be young and there is nothing unusual, psychologically, about rape fantasies. You may, however, want to be careful about presenting tham to the rest of the world as reality. For one thing, it will embarass you later. For another, it is insulting to those of us who have actually lived through the sort of thing which you are choosing to romanticize. There is always a chance that I am misjudging you and that you are just very unusual in your expression of pain but somehow I don't think so. I hope this was just a little whim on your part and that you are able to separate it from what a healthy sexual relationship really is. Daydream all you like and in whatever way you choose but please do understand that the reality is never anything like what you have described nor is one likely to have such a clearcut view of oneself in relation to the event. Rape, even so called date rape, rarely involves showers or flowers and one generally does not characterize it as either wet or warm. If you were distant enough from the event to have decided you are just a slut purely on the basis of it I sincerely doubt you would be writing and posting on this site. If you are having troubles there are places to find help. I wish that you would seek them out because even though we all mean well on here all we can do is answer the questions. I think you may need to talk to someone in a slightly different format. Good luck to you.

    Your poem is very descriptive. But i don't think it is a real life expereince which you are putting into poetry.The greatest ability of a poet is to imagine without getting involved. What i feel is that it is something you have imagined. Because as Reader said, if it had been something which had occured to you in real life,you might not be able to speak of it so lightly.