A Rape Victim’s Memory

She knows there are some things
a body must forget

like the feel of a stranger’s hand
prying knees apart like a stubborn door
whose hinges scream out for oil

or the rancid smell of breath brushing her neck,
presenting a string of overused curse words
to be placed about her neck like a cheap necklace

or the pressure of a foot placed on her bed
after a window was jimmied open as if though there was
no mother to caution against such childishness

or the feel of calloused hands
laying across her mouth and
the taste of the screams she was forced
to swallow

or the urge to vomit, her throat contracting
as the muted screams scratch against her throat,
something trying to come up
the screams or yesterday’s dinner

or the incessant wondering how he
could fail to translate the hatred she knew
lived behind her gaze – She refused to close
her eyes, wanted him to see her falling apart

or how each thrust felt like a violent ripping apart
of her body, ripping flesh from bone

will she ever be able to forget
any of those things that it’s necessary to forget
or will she continue to carry them along
behind her like a name she never learned
to form her lips to utter

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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One Response to A Rape Victim’s Memory

  1. So real. Thanks for the read. I bet it was no pleasure to write.

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