I woke up one morning. I had a dream about disrespect. Fell for a boy with evil intent. Pampered but fake loved to a single extent.
Take me home, force your hand. Dry my tears as you drain my health. Say I am pretty but to fuel your thirst. Push it deeper because the pain is your lust!
I would yell and scream but you would numb me with a thrust. “Let me go” words that serves as a gasp. You’d Rob me of my virginity just so you would feel a little power.
The neighbors would scorn and blame me but that meant only a night in jail for you! The legal system would enslave me.
I’d be a victim in mind but to the world you did no such crime. When you are done you would laugh and say you are sorry but my disgust would tell a different story.
Curled up in a corner contemplating my sexuality. A knife at hand and a Bible at heart. A choice to die or change my society. One final prayer…heaven with one last breathe.
A deed that defined my self worth. A story once told, would never go undenied.