Trigger Warning: This piece is about a father raping his daughter. Those that are subjects to rape are often too nervous to speak up, because they feel that others will say it was their fault. Rape is a prominent issue in society today, and it is much too common.
His hands are strong
And I crumble under them.
Kissed my neck,
Then you can guess the next.
He dragged me into this dark secluded bathroom,
Influenced by beer and testosterone.
I did not want this.
I hated it, and he knew.
Those selfish hands
They keep feeling for more.
He had handed me a drink earlier,
And told me it was water.
Now I can no longer feel my limbs
And everything is blurred.
He unbuttoned my jeans
And let the zipper open up.
I felt five fingers trace my stomach
And make their way down.
I try so hard to fight him,
But it is hopeless
Don’t you remember, I am your little girl?”
He put his hands
On the ones he swore he loved.
I always begged for it to stop.
You made me hide under my bed,
And because of you,
I do not know how to let anyone else in.
I lost myself
But remembered him every time.
I was so young when the pain began.
So was I ever your child,
Or just a toy for your amusement?