audriina

Since i was about 13 poetry has been a way for me to express myself, and my way of coping with problems in my life. This is a poem i wrote for an english class and its about an experience i had a few years ago so here it goes... its called 14

a little girl in a cruel world.
14, blue eyes, brown hair, braces.
Smiling, so full of life.
She knew how to love.
How to trust.

He was a navy man, 18.
he took advantage of a little girl.
Down he held her, around he pushed her.
his hot breath tickled her neck.
his hands caressed her skin,
his lips pressed to hers.
the bitter kiss of fear.
she tried to push him away, all her strength.
He was stronger.
she was shaking scared.

she was filled with shame.
it was her fault, she deserved it.
at least thats what they say.
and she believes it.
she did something wrong.
she didnt know how to say no.
she should have done more...

18, blue eyes, black hair, long sleeves.
she hides the scars he left on her,
with the scars she etched on herself.
razor pressed to her wrist.
she'll never forget what he did,
it haunts her in her dreams.

I was 14...