These thin vines hang burdened by berries
As black birds await first signs of ripening
I was once an unripen girl–thin, gangly
Hanging on your every word–wide-eyed, in awe
Your dark eyes searching for signs of womanhood
You plucked away at my innocence–foul-mouthed
Filling my head with pornographic filth
Your hands finding reasons to brush my thighs
Or gentle hugs that lingered far too long
I didn’t understand your advances then
My young mind still blossoming, not caught up
With the changes of breasts and curves
The night you forced yourself upon me
Did my unripen berries leave a bitter taste?
Copyright ©July 2015 Lori Carlson
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It’s good that the poem puts the fault on the person doing the damage. So many times girls feel responsible. You keep writing that way, Lori. Stand tall with your hands on your hips and spit in memory’s eye! It will make you strong and give you gift you need to heal yourself AND to help others heal.
Thank you, Calen… I guess this is why I write poems like that one.. to help myself heal and others to heal as well 🙂
No child should loose their childhood, their innocence to that kind of evil. You are brave to open the dark closet where such memories hide.
I hope letting the light in, through pen and inner strength, sends the demon back to the well-deserved hell that awaits them.
It is helping… I have many demons in my closet though and it is taking years to kick some of them out and back to hell where they belong. Thanks for the read and comment 🙂
As a rape victim -I understand. Each word -leaves you clothed in dark slime -you can’t escape -until you heal. God bless you. I am here if you need me. Always.
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Thank you… and I am sorry you had to go through that and have healed some from it. Blessings to you as well.
That’s not good at all, although the writing is superb.
Thank you, Richard 🙂 I am trying to write out all of my demons 🙂 Appreciate the feedback 🙂
It hit hard. And you’re welcome, Lori 🙂
This is well written,and sad. You captured the loss of her innocense well.
Thank you, Deb 🙂