DSK « Holly's Narrative Dream

Rape is nothing to joke about. In light of recent disgusting events, I am sharing my story again. If you want more information about rape or need to talk to someone, please visit: http://voicesandfaces.org

This is a poem I wrote about being raped.

Rape  by Holly Raychelle Hughes

 15 years old. Raped On my parents bed. Raped While I lay still and thinking "This is it? This is sex?" Raped Staring at the blue fern patterned wallpaper Raped Bleeding in the middle of the bed. Popped. Raped How do I keep this secret? Raped What did I do to cause this? Rape. How old is he, 20? Raped My voice, white noise from a transistor radio across the room, saying "stop" saying "no" Raped My parents aren't home. Raped My friend (?) Tina playing pool downstairs in the living room with this guy's friends. Raped 15 years old and confused, he's done. Raped He gets up . He's wearing a condom, where did it come from? When did he put it on? Raped He walks away and down the stairs. Raped and sitting in my blood. Raped and standing next to my parents bed, looking at the bright red blood in the middle of the bed. Raped In the afternoon. Raped and cleaning up the mess on my parent's bed. Raped The dog jumps up and begins licking the bloody sheets. Raped and not understanding sex or why he wanted to have sex with me. Raped 15 years old I stand at the top of the stairs leaning over the black banister and call him back upstairs. Everyone in the pool room cheers. Raped He complies. He walks upstairs and I lead him to my bedroom. Four purple walls covered in Duran Duran posters. Stuffed animals bear witness to my platform bed. Raped I lay down again, there's another condom. I try to learn what he is doing. Raped I try to pretend it's my choice. Raped It's over again. Raped He goes back downstairs, Raped I clean myself off. I put all the sheets in the wash. Raped I bleed for one week from the wound. Raped He said he couldn't believe it was my first time Raped. Email Facebook