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81 lines
1.7 KiB
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the girl
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by Ze'ev Schurmann
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18 March 2021
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> Trigger Warning: This poem covers themes that may be upsetting to most people, such as rape and suicide. Do not read if you may be negatively impacted by this poem.
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You said I was beautiful,
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You told me I was nice,
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But I had no idea
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That I was rolling dice.
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I thought you were decent,
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How you spoke with my friends,
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But I never would have imagined
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What you really did intend.
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I enjoyed your company,
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I shone with delight,
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If only I had known
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The ending of that night.
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You asked me back to your place,
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When they called last round,
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A few drinks to watch the sunrise,
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Amazing it did sound.
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And we sat there on your deck,
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And watched the sky turn blue,
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As you fed me drinks,
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Your intentions were not true.
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And then you made it clear,
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What it was you did want,
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To tear off my skirt,
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And do your “manly” stunt.
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You told me I asked for it,
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But that was not true,
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I only wanted to relax,
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And watch the sun with you.
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You blamed it on my clothes,
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And said it's what I want,
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But to be honest,
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You're just a fucking cunt.
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You took away my innocence,
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And still you wanted more,
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And you didn't care,
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You called me a dirty whore.
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You hurt me that morning,
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For weeks I did bleed,
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And then I was pregnant,
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With your awful seed.
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I had to go to the clinic,
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And kill an unborn light,
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My soul was crushed that day,
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Did I do what's right?
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Now I don't trust men,
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No matter who they are,
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I see them all as evil,
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I keep them well afar.
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You broke my soul that day,
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You never cared for me,
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And now I suffer in silence,
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Happy I cannot be.
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So now I stand here,
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On my wooden stool,
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How I feel useless,
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For ever trusting you.
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I place the rope around my neck,
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So my suffering can stop,
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For all the pain you caused me,
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I kick the stool and drop.
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