the|rapist

Things being forced
No longer asked
Rather told
iFeel like they’re looking directly into my soul
But not a soul hears these cries
Just another black soul left to die
Left to commit an internal suicide
But wait
Someone is the cause of this homicide
This rape
Everything forced to be given
As I feel them taken
I just lie there
Not sure of what’s next
So much is transpiring between each breath
But there’s nothing I can do
My soul
My thoughts
My all
Exposed
All to a stranger
The More it continues
The More I’m ripped apart
I know from it I won’t be the same
Why can’t I shed light in this dark
I’m trapped
Stuck between much more than a rock
& I wish it a hard place on the other side
I’m not sure how much more of this I can take
My mind is panicking
I try to squeeze tight
But it all just escapes
& I can’t stop it
Everything is flowing
Nile-like
Music is what iWish it could these sounds sound like
But this is real life
& I’m reminded every second I’m here
Every tear
Every provoked thought
Throughout this never-ending story
It worries me
Where will my befrom here
Especially when it seems like this is the only person in a while who hears
iTried
iFought
But how quickly iSee
Maybe this is what life had in store for me
Maybe this position is where I’m supposed to be
iWish I could I stop it
End this madness
But it continues
More vigorously
The rest of my
Mind
Body
Soul
Taken from me
All for this moment in time
& as it concludes
If you could see these eyes
If only it were in my mind
If only I was being incepted
Then I could have some bliss
But this shit
Has caused my
Mind
Body
Soul
All to rip
Exposed to be built right again
Thanks to therapist


This is a metaphor. I make this statement so that you understand the poem, and take time to read it more than once. Maybe then you will see its real mean. The clear meaning, nor methophorical meaning are no reflection on my life. They are story that came to me from a misinterpretation. Thank you for reading. Leave comments.