THIS BITCH
I need to tell a story
Something that happened
A little while ago
Something few people know
T’is a story of shame.
I thought that I had gotten over it;
But it seems that I had not.
So here I go
One day I went on this date
With this guy
(Nameless we will call him)
To the movies.
I kind of sorta liked him;
Aka I was interested,
The movie was going all right,
We were holding hands,
And I was comfortable
My mind was on him
And not the movie.
You know like OMG.
Then came the point
I should have got up and left,
Then he took my hand
And put it down his pants,
I pulled away.
Again
I should have gotten up and left.
But I didn’t,
I sat there and freaked out.
A decent guy would have left it at that;
Or most certainly wouldn’t have tried
But no this asshole tried again,
Again I pulled away.
Still frozen in my seat,
I was scared,
I didn’t know what to do.
I don’t remember
How many times I pulled away;
Before I caved.
I did what he told me to do.
Next thing I knew
His hands were down my pants
And in my shirt
I found my body responding
In my head I was screaming.
What felt like
An eternity later.
It was over.
The movie I mean
My horror still withstanding.
Now, you think the story is over
But it does not end here.
I remained speechless
Told no one of my shame
And for that
Another was hurt
A friend
Could I have stopped it?
But she said no and ran away
I told her I was proud of her
How proud she could never imagine
And I told her me too,
She was not alone
And right to run away
Nameless is a bad man
Much more shame
Yet I still stayed uninvolved
Now I thought it had passed
Through my life
Leaving me alone
But no!
You brought it back
My shame, my fear
My horror.
You touched me
While I was sleeping
You had no right
Truly I wasn’t sleeping
But frozen in fear
Only able to make small moves
Hoping you would leave me alone.
But no you persisted.
You dirty rotten soul.
My most unwelcome flashback
You did this to me
For this I can never
Forgive you.
As I write this poem
I make my first step
To overcome the frozen fear
So next time I will say no
No more reoccurring
You say your going
To cut me off
From your communication
I say good
Good riddance.
That’s what
I was trying to do
But first I say this to you
This is hopefully
The last we will ever talk
So adios and aurevoir
This bitch has learned to walk.
- M. ADAM
