What happened to her?

What happened to her?

A Poem by Rayanna

He dropped me off in front of my house

Made sure i walked inside

And slowly drove away

He told me we would always be friends

More like enemies

I reported him for what he did to me

I told the police what he did and where he took me

He admitted it without any hesitation

He didnt even seem mad at me

I think he understood why he was going there

I think he anticipated the moment when he got caught

Well he got caught and got his wish

Even though it was all my fault this is how it all began

I walked outside mad and furiating

Walked to a corner store which is where i met him

He approached me with a swagger that men only wished they could obtain

I wont even lie he was fine but does that make it okay what he did to me

He asked if i was lost and looking for a friend

I said sure and got into his car like the little nieve little girl that i was

He said he would take me anywhere i wanted to go and laughed when i scooted over to the edge of my seat

He took me to a place so dark i couldnt see but knew we were surrounded by alot of tall bushes

That way no one could see me

He made me a victim that day and is currently serving a couple of years in the pen

Thanks to him i take crazy pills now

I have been diagnosed with medication for every disease out there

I keep my legs open like it is a McDonalds drive thru

Opening my legs for boys i know are no good for me but because they match the profile of my rapist i continue to let them use and manipulate my body

Thanks to him i am this way but we are actually both to blame for what he did to me

Even though i will never take responsibility for what happened to me

 

© 2011 Rayanna


Author's Note

Rayanna
This is a poem that starts from the thing that happened to the beginning. This poem is about my cousin when she decided to run away from home. This is why i think it is bad and an unsmart thing to run away from home. Atleast there you're safe.

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Rayanna
Rayanna

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