Rape

A poem for my mom because she won't believe me...

I've been many bad places.

I've seen things I didn't want to see.

I've made more bad choices than I can count.

But throughout it all, I've always been me.

These bad places led me to meet

too many females in the same boat, I couldn't conceive.

Raped or touched by their stepfathers or mother's boyfriends.

None of their mothers believed,

We're all drug-addicted liars,

All the mothers would say.

The men would use that to deny what they've done,

because that's what makes us easy prey.

However, you must ask yourself:

Why would I make this up?

What ulterior motive do you think I had?

Why ruin my family over this?

Why ruin my relationship with my stepfather?

Why ruin my relationship with you?

We were finally getting to a place

where I was comfortable talking to you.

And just like that,

I'm now the one who can never trust you,

Choose your husband over your daughter.

If that's your choice, it's fine by me.

He got me at my weakest point.

It sucks, but that's the way it had to be.

Then when it came out, you questioned my father,

the only man on the Earth who gets me.

How dare you accuse Daddy of such things.

As a child and now as an adult,

you've known him long enough to know that's not who he'd ever be.

I was a drug-addicted liar.

And I always will be in your eyes.

But when it comes to something so serious,

how can you buy your husband's disguise?

Ask him about wanting to separate his marriage and sex life.

Ask him if he told me he's been attracted to me for years.

Ask him about a 20-something woman he saw behind your back.

I remember direct quotes.

Still think I'm faking the tears?

I loved my stepfather.

He stepped up to the plate like a man.

He treated me as his own child.

But it was all just a sham.

Why would I lie about something like this?

You must think I fabricated it for attention from Pete.

But I had all the attention I needed from him.

I confided in him because of my feeling of defeat.

I couldn't tell anyone else.

Again I ask, why would I lie about something so serious?

Why would I want to ruin my relationship with the man who had a hand in raising me?

Well I didn't ruin it, he did.

If I just wanted attention, don't you think I'd say it was someone random so it wouldn't ruin my family?

You really think I want this?

You can continue to believe your husband's lies,

or you can have faith in your daughter just this one time.

You never believed a word I've ever said.

And because of that, he gets away with this crime.

I think about Ethan all the time

because you two are raising him.

You know how close Ethan and I are.

Why would I want to ruin Ethan's stable household?

Your condescending tone when you told me I was lying

was the icing on the cake.

You can thank your husband for being so fake,

and have a happy life with that flake.

You've made your choice.

You chose your husband over me.

I hope it was fun having a daughter.

You believing him over me hurt more than what he did to me.

And so I'm alone in this world again.

My mom is no longer my best friend.

Reviews

[Southern_Writes]

Wow. I can say Im blessed, that no "important men" did this to me. A viscous, lustful, disgusting cycle. I feel your pain, as I have heard similar words crying out from a girl, who is now a woman and mother, a girls whose as dear to me as myself. I am so sorry....though nothing but time can heal these wounds, even then....its an ugly scar, burning at the touch of a mans hand.

[JMaster1]

wow this is heartbreaking poem

[CommandoDolphin]

I don't know how to review this well enough. I'm sad for all of the people that this has happened to. Men and women alike. This poem is insightful, and powerful. It makes one think, a lot, about the grief and sorrow that all humans must face. This was well written.