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I was walking down the street

Strangely unaware

Yet I noticed something funny

Amongst the city air



I entered the slums

I heard this was a shortcut

Although I knew better

I figured to not go with my gut



I walked into the neighborhood

There were barely people there too

So I walked in quietly

With my instincts in subdue



Then out of the blue

As I passed by an alleyway

Somebody grabbed me

I was immediately in dismay



I was gagged and blinded

I was taken someplace unknown

And as I sat there constrained

I was constantly being thrown



Finally we stopped

I was shoved onto a floor

There people stripped me

Where I was a human no more



I fought back

No matter how hard I tried

Nothing seemed to work

So I laid there and cried



My legs were forced open

I couldn’t do anything by cry

And as I felt each one penetrate

The more I wanted to die



The pushing

The hitting

The bending

The spitting



I was nothing to these men

I was a thing and nothing more

And I felt so helpless

As I laid on that floor



From my body to

Everything from vicinity

My personal space was invaded

I no longer had my virginity



Raped over and over

Feeling my very life invaded

Crying, shoving, screaming, pleading

Nothing stopped them as I lay degraded





Inspired by: / Dedicated to: My thoughts

Created on:  June 7, 2006 – 23:26

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