Who knows

I have no idea where this poem came from. I don't know why I wrote it. The subject is in no way directly related to me. Although it is something that happens daily and sad to say, will continue to happen daily. Women and kids are raped continiously with nothing done. No words to be expressed. My words can never do justice and will never adequately convey the feelings of the victims. But still I try.

Taken
stolen
beaten
screamed at
scarred for life
yeah raped. when the most sacred thing of your possession
is snatched away from you
virgin
sealed
untouched
innocent
purity...a rarity
but no more. no longer literally pure. no longer untouched.
bruised
scared
afraid and alone
no one knows the pain
no one understands the pain
words alone aint adequate
wishing and praying it was over. just take me out of it
no one hears my cries
im the victim
victimizer looks in my eyes
relishing in my pain
wallowing in my fear
he sees and he hears...and he smiles
steadily going deeper
more forceful than before
praying it'll be over soon
hoping it wont happen again
then he stops and...im holding my breath...
he stands up and...i lay still but...i know there's more
im wishing he was gone and...he's hopin i keep quiet
"don't tell your mother" he says
he walks away and...i roll over and
he shuts the door and...i begin to cry
and then it's dark