Black Poetry : Her Innocence Was Stolen

soblessed

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Made to feel dirty
Consumed with shame
Not knowing it wasn't her fault

The touch of a man unknown to her
He comes to haunt her in her dreams
Frightened to reveal what took place

Her innocence was stolen

Only 14
No longer pure
Trapped in a car in an alley
Now feeling unclean
Afraid of men

Reality lost to her
Made to believe un-human
Should have been in school that day

Violated
Scared of her people
All because of 1

She wept
Terrified to sleep
In fear for her life

Her innocence was stolen
 
This piece brings to mind the song (youre so far away... doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore.... it would be so fine to see your face at my door... doesn't help to know... your so far away)
So this piece to me is you going to your front door and greeting yourself and saying ...

you alright girl
you alright
I am grown up now
and I think you are kewl

Peace

Patrice
 
Her sweet innocence stripped
her pure soul ripped
by what lurks , stolen & hurt
Da fear and shame
nolonger claims da name
rising beyond yet feeling da pain
her innocence stolen just da same

Who has da rites to an virgin .....NO ONE !
this was deep and felt in my heart so many
are traped in this maze and it hurts ...........
 
soblessed said:
Thanks PatriceCQueen
And you are awesome.. You inspire me to write and if not for you, this poem wouldn't even be posted...


you give me too much credit. you wrote the poem for whatever reason. I only encouraged you to wriite all your thoughts on paper, put the puzzle together. Rearrange it and look what it turned into.

A good mentor merely gives you a mirror, you do the looking

Peace

Patrice
 

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