Rape Poem

9 Year Old Raped By Next Door Neighbor

When I was nine years old, I was raped by the next door neighbor. I never told my parents because in the same night I was emotionally torn, my father would have went to jail for murder. I'm fifteen years old now, and I wrote his poem to tell my dad what happened that night I sat in the shower for three hours crying; and what torn him the most was the two quotes I wrote, which the man truthfully said to me. Since that night, I've grown stronger and I thank him for my current outlook on life.

A Life Change

© Amberrae Daniels
There was a chill in the wind that night,
one like no other.
The darkness made it hard for sight,
but I knew it was his brother.
The strength of his grip,
the frame of his stature;
as he grabbed my hips,
before I knew it I was captured.
My throat went dry,
I couldn't scream.
I tried and tried,
but the harder it seemed.
Next thing I knew,
an unfamiliar place;
unsure of what to do,
clothes were disappearing at fast pace.
My face turned white,
I couldn't shift.
Frozen in fright,
thinking did I deserve this?
Down my cheek,
the first tear rolls.
As he proceeds,
my mouth he holds.
"Our little secret"
he whispered in my ear.
"You better keep it!"
he became my only fear.
Blood droplets depart,
from inside of me.
Fast pounding heart,
he took my virginity.
Without permission,
without consent;
the one abduction,
he would not repent.
I thank him now,
more than ever before;
he taught me how,
it felt to be torn.


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Published: Mar 2012
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  1. Jessica, Illinois Submitted on Tuesday, October 09, 2012

    I was molested from the age of 5-15 by my uncle, cousin, granddad, and my dads best friend. I always thought that it wasn't worth living and that I was a nothing. I still feel that way. I feel like hiding and that no one is supporting me. it's a sucky feeling.

  2. Niharika, India Submitted on Friday, February 22, 2013

    I was 14 and was always unwell. My parents wanted me to be shown to a priest who would cure me with prayers but instead he made me unconscious and raped me. I gained consciousness only when the pain was unbearable. I've gotten over it by now. I'm 17 and strong enough. All I want to say is that it may be hard and difficult but be strong and talk it out. It helps :)

  3. Margo, Nambucca Heads Submitted on Tuesday, July 16, 2013

    I'm so sorry to hear that happen to you all, it's sad what some people do to other people. I was raped and beaten from the age of 11-18 by my own father. The day I turned 18 I moved out and started living on my own. I used to get so scared that my father was going to come and get me because I'm only 18. Now I have been living on my own for about 4 mouths now and within those few mouths I feel like I have gotten stronger each day. What hurt me most was when I finally told some one my step mother didn't even believe me, but my mother did after I had to proved it to her.

  4. Stephanie Graham Washingtion Submitted on Tuesday, April 15, 2014

    This is so sad it reminds me of my past. When I was six I was raped by a stranger. Then a year later I was being raped almost everyday for seven years. I was always scared I didn't tell my parents until this year because I was scared. The men that raped me didn't just do that they beat and let people use me for five dollars.

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