Raping Me Was Fun for Him

August 23, 2019

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I was away from August 7^th to August 19^th, so for this theme the poems have been divided as follows: The first two poems appeared on August 5^th and 6^th; the last five poems will appear from August 21^st through August 25^th. The theme for this divided week is social issues

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A poem about rape:

Raping me was fun for him.

After, he asked me how I liked it.

Perhaps he already lived in a cell,

Ex-communicated, soul-deaf.

I told him and he laughed, stroked me.

So? He was boss. On top.

A woman wanted that, no?

Crying, crying, I said nothing.

Rape was a wound across my sky.

I saw blackness beyond the blue.

My life was twisted, like those girders

Earthquakes throw brutally to the ground.

After such helplessness, what hope?

Going on with my life in blackness,

A black sky, black rage in my heart,

In my mind an endless blackness,

Nothing within me but blackness

Screamed at the boy no longer there,

The screams like walls I took with me,

The walls of screams protecting me,

How could I love without seeing?

Even so, the light pierced me,

Shattering the cell of fury,

Opening my heart again

Under a new sun, once more

Laughing in the chill of fear.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Social Issues

8/5: Bullies Like to Pulverize Their Pain

8/6: Cheating Is a Crime Against Oneself

8/21: More Pain Cannot Be Wrung from Those Who Wait

8/22: You Did Not Merely Die, but You Were Murdered

8/23: Raping Me Was Fun for Him