Don't Be A Pussy

Don’t be a pussy.

I woke up with my hands tied

Tears rolling down my cheeks

As if a close relative have died

I screamed in anger

I shrieked in pain

I cried please someone rescue me

But it was all in vain.

Before I could say something

A hand came over my mouth

Crushing my chest with the knee

And telling me not to be a pussy

My eyes were red with anger

I could not believe it still

Someone save me from this danger

Before it gets me killed.

I was stripped

Of clothes, dignity and self-love

As I tried to scream again

A piece of cloth was stuffed

Then began the assault

The biting, the beating and abuses

Like fresh wound rubbed with salt

As they say words hurt more

And it indeed did

Those words are etched in my mind

I gave up. I stopped struggling

I tried to go to my happy place

But it was dreary and grim

My clothes were ripped

And so was my soul.

I begged and wept to let me go

But all I got was an eye roll

And words, Baby, don’t be a pussy

And then started the intercourse

An act otherwise considered sacred

But upon me it was forced

My body gave up, just like my will to live

Someone help me from the grip of evil

I whispered, please stop and I will forgive.

But I guess lust is far greater than compassion

For me the time was still, earth had stopped revolving

My assaulter was a human; please don’t call it a demon.

My body was a play-thing

A carcass for a butcher

For I was just another victim

To ravage, to damage and to smother.

When it all ended, and when the abuse stopped

I gathered all the strength to cover myself up

I looked into those horrible eyes

Red, wide open but not an ounce of guilt in it

It seems this had happened before

I was not the first nor the last

I was just another one scored.

I reached home, cried in the shower

Scrubbed myself over and over and over

I want that smell off me, just get it off me

Somebody help me before it's too late.