Shame of Destructions (poetry reading)

Shame of Destructions 

summer 2012

I sit to write out the revelations
to start conversations
on the bodily invasions
of girls men use to cure sexual frustrations


The two boys in the stories that I mention
saw me as a girl without protection
they used their erection
and looked my direction
but who am I?
and what strength do I hold?
to put a stop to an action so cold
“Don’t dress like that!” 
is what I’ve always been told


When women are taught
to not be a target
we turn our cheek from
men out for profit
saying we’ve brought this upon ourselves
and it’s our own fault
they’ve decided to delve


fifteen years and eight days out of the womb
this guy got a hold of me in a dark, quiet room
holding my purity in a chokehold
he gave me an experience that couldn’t be told
I thought he was someone I could trust
until he reacted out of lust
and he eventually cussed
at me in bed when I fought and I fussed


fast forward five years ahead
and I find myself in another guy’s bed
he’s saying it’s nothing but fun and games
but when I said no, he put me to blame
by adding more fuel to the flame
when I couldn’t be tamed
he spoke to me like I should be ashamed
he consistently kept begging me please
and then asked if it was because I had a transmitted disease
making me weak with sexual coercion
I was almost this close to letting this hose in


so here I tell the stories for you to hear
of a woman who’s been silenced with fear


I look to my neighbors in confusion
when hearing the statistics of the nana region
until this summer I thought I was alone
but when the mission of MISS became well known
the physical stats had instantly shown


three friends of mine
were also victims of the crime
but they felt unworthy and covered in grime
turns out soap doesn’t clean what’s wrong
and it still hurts when the bruises are gone
but would they have confessed
if I hadn’t started this mess?


see, this topic of discussion seems to be well known
but it is hidden without questions
so we’re ultimately hidden with the shame of destructions

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