I am just like you!
I am NOT a prostitute,
I am just like you.
I was raped at the age of fifteen,
And at nine lost my virginity,
Fathers and uncles would treat me like play things,
To satisfy their lustful fantasy,
Brothers and cousins would molest,
And called it harmless seeking fun!
Then on my eighteen birthday,
I became a woman and whore,
An unmarried twenty and with a child,
I want to hide from the world and die!
Where is my life and happiness?
Been called a slut,b*tch and even worse..
Noone understand the shame and guilt inside of me,
What's next ..booze,drugs and stealing?
Damn you MF,AH and bastards ,
You took away everything I could love and cherish,
My breasts are sore from all those games,
Yet society says I am to be blamed,
It this fair to me?
I ask every mothers,sisters and single ladies...
I'm at the mercy of these creatures you live everyday with...
They are your husbands,lovers and fiances!
Dont tell me how faithful your man is..
When every other night he is screwing someone like me!
I will not help someone in need,
When noone came forward to save me.
But save the children from these monsters,
Or else I will rip the filthy hearts for all to see.
To hell and hades I ride them all,
When each day I face this world again.
Mark my words ,you'll pay someday,
And i'll be there cheering on that day!
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
This is dedicated to all those women who have been true all of this and more...i cant fathom nor understand how they feel but someone got to Be their voice ,their friend and for them to live around real human beings ...i'm sorry for the words used but I think I captured the essence of some of their plight ...
You have a friend and a good man here to share and on behalf of All MEN, I say to you ...sorry for all you've been through and a friend here is waiting if you want to ...thank you and God bless you .
Comments (11)
I wont be suprise if no ladies leaves a comment as this can be walking on thin ice...
I may had a child out of it,all hardship of being a single parent i did manage,.
IAM PROUD AND I WILL NEVER BE ASHAMED TO SHARE WHAT KIND OF A PERSON IAM,,ATLEAST,I PROVED TO THE WORLD THAT IAM A "REAL WOMAN"not barren and who the hell cares what anyone may thinks or may say,,i dont owe any one my living...
the past made me what iam today,,it was a nightmare not to be forgotten but a nightmare that makes me strong to keep proving myself that this thing will not happen again and a lesson worth learning in life...iam not a saint not to say i wasnt mad,,but as years go by,i did forgive who ever that monster was..i handed over to god all my missery and iam happy with my life today...
everyone have their own story in life but as i said,my life is an open book and never to be ashamed to share for those who are still living their life in pain...let go,god is always be there for us and forgive..its worth trying...
danesh,thanks for being the victim's voice...god bless brother..good write indeed
Praise God whom without his helping hand I wont be able to write this beautiful poem.