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maybe in fifty years,
she thinks,
she will stop feeling his finger-shaped bruises
on her hips and arms.
stop hearing his words—you think you can stop me, little girl?
in every passing "are you okay?".
stop feeling the wind like a ghost of his acid breath
on the back of her neck
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful little girl.

maybe fifty thousand dove soap bars later
and too many scalding showers
and dusty baby blankets and days spent lying in bed,
looking up at the water stained ceiling,
will be enough to leave the man
on the corner of anderson street and rosa parks avenue
right where she never wanted to find him.

just ask her, she knows first hand
that worlds don't end in bangs but
in whimpers
she knows what it's like to die with a fist
over your mouth and fear in your nostrils.

pretend she is made out of ashes and paper thin words—mourn
the loss of her innocence, her freedom, her control.
cast her out into the ocean to dissolve among the waves,
find her a god dirty enough to still believe in her.

this morning she woke up with bones shaped like honeycomb
and firefly memories crawling out her gaps.
she's still looking for the thing that makes it better,
she's still trying to find someone who understands
without her words—stop, stop, stop, please—that never
mean anything that made a difference.

maybe in fifty years,
she thinks,
she will finally be able to convince herself
that she is worthy of anything.

i wanted to try writing a poem about rape. and i'm sorry if i messed it up.

the title is from the things i read online about how rape victims sometimes feel like they're not worth anything at all, or are told that they deserved it for walking, talking, or acting like they did.

the 'bang and whimper' line is, of course, from the well-known poem, "Hollow Men" by TS Eliot, which i have no part in.

for all my new watchers, i guess i should warn you: when i write poetry, it's hit or miss. usually, it's miss.

so tell me which one this poem is this time. xD
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killerlord123 Featured By Owner Sep 7, 2013
I'd say it's a hit. Honestly.
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Sammur-amat Featured By Owner May 3, 2013   General Artist
your poetry sure packs a punch! pow! :heart:
congratulations on the DLD, loveliest being! :cuddle:
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xlntwtch Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2013   Writer
:+fav: This poem is a "hit," since you ask. The last stanza is especially hopeful and draws us away from numerous horrors.
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DailyLitDeviations Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2013
Your wonderful literary work has been chosen to be featured by =DailyLitDeviations in a news article that can be found here: [link]

Be sure to check out the other artists featured and show your support by :+fav:ing the News Article. Keep writing and keep creating.
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SilverInkblot Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Hi there! Just a note to let you know I've featured this piece in my journal: [link] :)
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camelopardalisinblue Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Definitely a hit. I get the feeling from your artist comments that you've not been through this yourself, in which case I think you have done an even finer job, as you manage to capture things quite well -- something that's always more difficult without experiencing it onesself. This is powerful writing on a difficult topic.
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ChocoCoatedLemons Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2012
I think the general consensus if that this is a hit. I must say, I agree. This is beautiful, and horrifying, and very, very moving.
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Adonael Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Wow. This is pretty brutal and powerful.
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randomlyinspired-21 Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2012  Student Writer
This is definitely a hit! :heart:

"pretend she is made out of ashes and paper thin words—mourn
the loss of her innocence, her freedom, her control.
cast her out into the ocean to dissolve among the waves,
find her a god dirty enough to still believe in her.

this morning she woke up with bones shaped like honeycomb
and firefly memories crawling out her gaps.
she's still looking for the thing that makes it better,
she's still trying to find someone who understands
without her words—stop, stop, stop, please—that never
mean anything that made a difference." This really caught me!

It' so so powerful and I just love your words, especially that ending! :heart:

Beautiful and nothing short of it! :heart:
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RiseandBe Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
"pretend she is made out of ashes and paper thin words—mourn
the loss of her innocence, her freedom, her control.
cast her out into the ocean to dissolve among the waves,
find her a god dirty enough to still believe in her."

:heart:

Hit. Hit. Hit.
I'm speechless. I felt these words, each and every one, in my bones. I think it will stay with me for some time.

QUESTION: Would you mind terribly if I used those four lines I mentioned above in my poem for DFC day 8, the Glosa? I still haven't written my piece for that day because I couldn't find the right borrowed stanza. Please let me know soon! Of course, I would credit you in my author's comments.
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