Another Rape Poem

A Poem by sjunk

A poem about where the common misconception that it is a women's fault for the way they dress that they get raped. In this poem, the case is that the girl believes that it really is her fault for that

I was with my group of friends playing “Never have I ever”

One friend goes and says “Never have I ever had sex”

Three friends stick their fingers down.

But not me

Another friend asks the same silly question

She goes and says “Never have I ever lost my virginity, innocent I am” as she smirks

This time I stick my finger down

They stare at me

One friend goes “You’ve never had sex, but you’ve lost your virginity?”

I hate to say such news, but I nod my head disgusted with myself as I say “Yes”

They wanted all the details, but never from the other friends

According to them I am really the innocent one.

They wouldn’t ever expect me to say something like that

“How old were you” someone blurted out.

“12, I was 12 years old.”

Their faces very shocked

“12?! You were only 12, spill the beans” they all repeat at the same time.

“I was raped” I say as my face frowns.

In a quick exclamation though “Don’t feel bad for me though. It was my fault”

All their faces go to frowns denying my every wish

“Please, just let me explain. I don’t want you to feel pity upon me”

“It was really hot outside, so I put on some shorts. They were almost knee length. I was also wearing this shirt that had spaghetti straps”

One of my friends interrupts me asking “How does that make it your fault?”

I can tell they’re trying to avoid questions, so they don’t make me upset.

“Well, my mom always told me if it’s ever too hot and I feel like wearing a tanktop, then I need to wear a jacket over it, but I didn’t”

“I disobeyed what my mom said, and I took the consequences”

One friend sounding very concerned goes “Why didn’t you go the police, and get that disgusting person arrested?!”

It hurts me to speak more of this

“Why would I get an innocent person arrested? I am the disgusting one. I didn’t do what I should’ve done. It was my fault”

My friends curiosity continued to get the better of the “Please don’t say that, but where did this all happen at, no one could see this?!”

“It happened at home, but my mother was at work”

It seems to be impossible to avoid these questions, yet another comes at me

I feel like a dartboard, they’re all shooting their darts at me, hoping to win, to get the right answer, but there is no other answer than this is my fault

“Where was your step dad at when this all happened? Was he at work too?”

I sit in utter silence

“Please don’t ever think any less of my step dad, I’m telling you it was my fault”

“You mean to tell me that the step dad your mom is still with the man that raped you, that disgusting perv!”

“Stop saying that!” I scream, nearly in tears. “It is my fault, don’t blame him. I made myself vulnerable”

“Okay. I’m sorry. So, I understand that you’ve never talked to your mom about this, clearly. Has it happened ever since then”

I try not to tell too much, because I can already tell that they are disgusted with me, but they just don’t want to say it.

“Yes. Yes it has. I have already been ripped of my own innocence, so what’s the point of even telling people anymore”

“My god I feel so sorry for you. Please, if anything like this ever happens again, tell me. This man needs to go to prison, no matter how much you don’t want him to, because he has convinced you that it’s your fault.”

“I really don’t want him to go to prison, I know it’s my fault. Can we please just stop talking about this, it makes me uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, yeah. Next question” my friend says in hopes of trying to make me happier by changing the topic.

Next friend in line says “Never have I ever done drugs”

Two friends stick their fingers down

But again not me.

Incomes a text from my mom

“Get home now, please.”

I tell my friends that I have to go

“Hey, I’m going to walk home, my mom said she needs me to get home for whatever reason”

My friend goes “No let me drive you, you don’t need to be walking it’s like 9 o’clock at night. We’ll all go with you”

Within 10 minutes we were at my house

I couldn’t distract myself from all the noise

Police sirens wailing, and they were taking my handcuffed step dad to the car

I could hear my mom screaming from the door “You b*****d, don’t you ever come near my daughter, or this family ever again”

Out of nowhere, I lost my train of thought, and started screaming.

‘Which one of you told my mom or the police?! My god can’t y’all just respect my wishes, and accept the fact that it’s my fault. I did the wrong thing at my own expense”

All my friends, simultaneously, started blabbering “None of us told the police or your mom. We promise we kept your secret.”

I couldn’t take this anymore.

I got out the car slamming the door behind me.

I ran towards my mom to comfort her. Tell her that it was my fault, and that she had no reason to ever hate him.

As I made it to her I gave her a huge hug.

She pushed my hand behind her hairs saying “I’m so glad that you’re okay why did you never tell me?!”

I try to explain the same thing I’ve been saying for hours.

“I didn’t tell you or anyone, because it was my fault. All mine. How did you even find out?!”

“Don’t ever say that honey. You were raped, and that b*****d is going to prison for it. Some girl from your school was raped, and she told the police. They had her take a rape kit test, and the DNA matched to that a*****e. And as he was getting arrested he yelled at me ‘I raped that little b***h of a daughter too’.”

I started in an outburst of tears, barely containing my every thought.

“I’m so sorry. I love you.”