Thoughts

A short poem about SA

Sometimes

I stay up late

thinking about how you thought of me

A thing to touch

A thing to hurt

A thing to play with

I wonder if i had spoken up, 

If it would have made a difference.

You used to make me lay down to rest,

Then you would touch my chest.

I said no,

But you were so busy planning your next move to hear me say it.

I still feel like it's my fault,

Even though

You did the damage.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

Holy mole!! Another strong and powerful piece for which I have no words.....my voice is in my awe!! You really capture the subjective and objective sides of such an incident and brilliantly leave us with the question of who's at fault. This is not a simple F-U to the offender, this is an internal debate of whether consent was involved. Was it "you" who allowed or "they" that enforced. It goes so much deeper than any poem on such a subject I have ever come across. Well done!!