Poem: Sexual abuse made me ugly

Sexual abuse made me ugly

 

Can you imagine?

The quiet footsteps of a stranger?

The floor squeaks of a burglar?

Forcing his way in to assault an innocent woman with a hanger

Assaulting her maliciously

Before he strangle her

She did not know seconds ago

That her life would be in danger

Thee abuse

Of a pedophile loose

Raped by a stranger

Left without clues

The trauma was so gruesome

All she can remember is his boots

And the sound of his voice

Yelling, if you scream I’ll shoot

Thee abused

The one who had to attend court

Thee accused

Blaming herself

For letting it happen

Crying tears like rain

Needing many napkins

The memories of his scent

The day dreams of his evil grin

Many were virgins

Til this pervert made them sin

Some were prostitutes

Sleeping with many men

It’s always a crime

When a woman refuse to let a man in

Regardless of how that man felt

Regardless how that woman felt

Regardless whether it seemed like they want too

Forcing someone is rape, when their denying you

No one can explain

What possesses someone to do this

This type of life

What man in their right mind would choose this?

This is a woman who’s a victim

Of sexual abduction

If a woman says no

That should end all touchen

Even if you’re in a relationship

The rules are no different

Touching mentally challenged adults is wrong also

And as bad as touching infants

Some predators

Have sexual fantasies

They have to act them out

Masturbating in public, and other acts that’s nasty

Waiting in dark alley’s

Seeking their next victim

When a pervert is on the loose

It causes police on the streets to thicken

So many prostitute have gone missen

Because they had to feed their drug addiction

Because many prostitutes don’t report the assaults

Many sex offenders are without conviction

Many relationships have also ended in tragedy

Because that man wanted to be her majesty

Controlling her every move

Survivors remember every bruise

Just recently I read the daily news

About murdered prostitutes and forensics clues

Studies have shown of these perpetrators

That many have a limited fuse

So many Johns stalk in their cars

While Jennifer’s walk down the street

No matter how hot no matter how cold

All to satisfy male dogs in heat

After receiving gratification some become violent

Living only for the next piece of meat

This is the kind of perverted entertainment

That career pervert’s repeat

Any man who rapes a woman

Is crazy and deranged

Full of psychotic desires

Pumping through his wicked veins

Getting his pleasure

Then becoming disgusted

Snapping because of his after taste

Murdering because he lusted

Women

Some of you have been sexually abused

But if you trust God to heal your pain

God won’t let you lose

This type of lifestyle you do not need

This type of lifestyle you do not want

A woman wasn’t created to snort cocaine

Shoot heroine smoke crack or blunts

Change for you is what I want

Change is what you need

I pray that you’re taking heed

You don’t need to depend on weed

You don’t need to depend on sex for money

You don’t need to use your body for attention

You are beautiful if nobody says it

You don’t need a pervert’s affection

As a woman

We just can’t flirt in a sexual way

It’s easy to say it

But some take it too far and more than just play

Because of this abuse

Some have become addicted to sex

One right after another

They just keep on saying

Next

Hating what they see in the mirror

Their own reflection is their terror

All they can see for their future is an early grave

And an appointment with a funeral’s pallbearer  

Not loving who she is

Not liking who they are

So they continue to use drugs

Prostituting on filthy rugs

Giving themselves away

Because of the pain they feel everyday

Because of the bad memories

Thinking about what they did to me

This broke hymen that made me ugly

 I still remember how their rough hands and palms rubbed me

On the outside I’m saying that I hate every man and woman

But inside, I just want someone to love me

Always feeling misunderstood

Because it seems like no one understands

Because of what I’ve been through

I just can’t trust a man

Although being married may be their plan

With the opposite sex, many don’t think they can

Because of what some have been though

They bleach their face or feel the need to tan

These women need a hug

Because they’ve been tuff, and tuff enough

Its so tuff being a woman “and a man”

For both genders it can be so terribly rough

Men have been raped by men as well

And become lost with who they are

Some weren’t raped, but were exposed to the gay lifestyle

Now they’re stuck in it like tar

Women and girls have been raped

By people they didn’t even know

Now all that they can do is wish

That some places they didn’t go

Because of how they act

Now considered as a ho

It’s not even their fault though

They have secret pasts that nobody know

Yet they have this glow

They are still special in so many ways

They just need someone to tell them that

Because their life is like a maze

 

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QUOTE OF THE MONTH:

Men and women don't quit... Men and women keep fighting until they win!

BIBLE SCRIPTURE:

 

Psalms 138:13-18

13. You (God) Created me completly; you knit me together

in my mother's womb.

14. I praise you because I am impressively and wonderfully made;

Your works are wonderful, I know that for sure.

15. My frame was not hidden from you (You were there the whole time) when

I was made in the secret place.

When I was woven together in the depths of the earth (From the dust of the ground)

16. Your eyes saw my unformed body.

All the days ordained for me were witten in your book

before my first breath came to be.

17. Your thoughts about me are precious, O God! There are many of them.

18. If I were to count the number of good thoughts you have about me,

they would outnumber the grains of sand.