Assault Poems
The Profound Scar
by Nupur Gautam
After what you did to me, did you never feel guilty?
Guilty of lustfully desiring my 5-year-old body.
I understand growing up is confusing,
But you didn't have to make me your guinea pig,
While experimenting with the protruding parts of your body.
I did not even resist you because I trusted you,
More than trust I was unaware of what you were doing to me.
I don't even know if you are to blame
Because I was the one who agreed to "play the fun game".
......
Words Reflected In A Broken Mirror
by Chloe Foster
I looked into the mirror,
And what I saw looking back,
Was the breaking of a girl,
Her face began to crack.
Her eyes drenched with sorrow,
Her hair a tangled mess,
Her body anxiously shaking,
Wearing a ripped dress.
......
Men Are All Alike!
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
So much loving and caring
He appears in the lights
Of his honorable and civilized life
But acts otherwise
In the dead deserted nights.
In darkness of artificial glamor
He turns into ruthless rustic,
Utterly abusive and deadly scary
Brandishing his muscled power forcibly.
......
She Was Me.
by Ash Desrocher
He hurt me way more than people know
The story I hide behind resides in my throat
The story I so desperately choke back
As to not anger him more, his chilling voice haunts me
No one actually believes me, no one takes me seriously
I'm screaming now
Too low to hear for people around me
Yet the very hum of my voice that people do hear
Remains too low and too fragile to break
My screams unable to be heard or felt
......
Fear
by TJ VanBuren
Why do I have to live in a world in fear?
Everyday I look at schools, worried that children might not be safe.
Men and women, entering schools, holding dangerous weapons such as guns and knives, ready to kill innocent children.
I shouldn’t need to always have my phone with me just to text my mom that something is happening.
We shouldn’t have to have drills for intruders just because messed up people have the motivation to kill other kids.
I don’t want to live in fear.
Why do I have to live in a world in fear?
Everyday, when I wear a men’s suit or any masculine clothing, I worry people would hate and judge me.
Just because of the people I love, it means that I can’t live a life that I always dreamed of having.
......
She Was Me.
by Ash Desrocher
He hurt me way more than people know
The story I hide behind resides in my throat
The story I so desperately choke back
As to not anger him more, his chilling voice haunts me
No one actually believes me, no one takes me seriously
I'm screaming now
Too low to hear for people around me
Yet the very hum of my voice that people do hear
Remains too low and too fragile to break
My screams unable to be heard or felt
......
Fear
by TJ VanBuren
Why do I have to live in a world in fear?
Everyday I look at schools, worried that children might not be safe.
Men and women, entering schools, holding dangerous weapons such as guns and knives, ready to kill innocent children.
I shouldn’t need to always have my phone with me just to text my mom that something is happening.
We shouldn’t have to have drills for intruders just because messed up people have the motivation to kill other kids.
I don’t want to live in fear.
Why do I have to live in a world in fear?
Everyday, when I wear a men’s suit or any masculine clothing, I worry people would hate and judge me.
Just because of the people I love, it means that I can’t live a life that I always dreamed of having.
......
Men Are All Alike!
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
So much loving and caring
He appears in the lights
Of his honorable and civilized life
But acts otherwise
In the dead deserted nights.
In darkness of artificial glamor
He turns into ruthless rustic,
Utterly abusive and deadly scary
Brandishing his muscled power forcibly.
......
Words Reflected In A Broken Mirror
by Chloe Foster
I looked into the mirror,
And what I saw looking back,
Was the breaking of a girl,
Her face began to crack.
Her eyes drenched with sorrow,
Her hair a tangled mess,
Her body anxiously shaking,
Wearing a ripped dress.
......
The Profound Scar
by Nupur Gautam
After what you did to me, did you never feel guilty?
Guilty of lustfully desiring my 5-year-old body.
I understand growing up is confusing,
But you didn't have to make me your guinea pig,
While experimenting with the protruding parts of your body.
I did not even resist you because I trusted you,
More than trust I was unaware of what you were doing to me.
I don't even know if you are to blame
Because I was the one who agreed to "play the fun game".
......
