You Raped Me

You raped me
with your words
used metaphors
to penetrate me,
pounded me relentlessly
until I couldn’t walk
without leaving a blood trail.
Who taught you to make love
so cruel? Was it me
because I dared to see
love differently?
Did you think
you could ride me
to the point of orgasm
by making me
ashamed
of all the parts of me
you didn’t agree with
as if though you owned
the lease on my life,
because we share
the same shade of melanin?
You forced your way in,
opened me wide
then tried to mutilate my insides
with pumping and pounding
of your words. The warmth I feel
is the semen of your words
that will give birth to hate
and I will spread
the blood-tinged semen
on my face, so you won’t
recognize me to hurt me
next time.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind

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About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link: http://www.amazon.com/Rosalind-Guy/e/B00BGH5F88/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1432491754&sr=8-1.
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2 Responses to You Raped Me

  1. michaelkotyk says:

    That was both incredibly personal and emotional. Its a powerful poem.

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