Raped By My "Sweetheart".

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Patiently I lay low in the meadows

Waiting for the right sized beef to stroll by

Watching with bright lit eyes even as I remain a shadow

I have been told many times to keep to the position

"Maintain your stance" she says "better days ahead"

Better days?

A year has 365 days, it has been on for years yet you say days?

I have swallowed lots of flies from my position. I must find other ways

I must wipe these tears

I must drown my fears and take on better ways

...for a moment I pause to think.

You could be right and I could just be frustrated

Your counsel sinks in right but that shouldn't make me delighted

Your words would be better by night. Then I would be ignited

RAPED BY MY SWEETHEART

Squatting at the corner of my bed I stay thinking

Thinking of the past times, past years, wondering

Pondering into the dark places that have been existing

He walks into my room sees me not here

Talking with a gentle voice as he strokes my hair

Gripped by fear,

I gasped for air

searching for solace from no where

whatever could save me right now, I don't care.

His voice gets lighter as he caresses my breasts

His third leg and emotions both standing abreast

Hate and fear stays with me. My tongue falls into my chest

I wished he was dead so I could be at rest.

I wished he was dead so I could be at rest.

The struggle starts from the bed as I fight back saying NO

Belt whips all over my back and on places I don't know

He overwhelms my struggles and pushed in low

I yell but my voice couldn't "show"

Coz I was weak and in his face all I see is a scare crow

All I see is a scare crow

An hour later he returns

Again and again

In sunshine and in rain

I have lived with this pain

could hardly count my gain

for this union is in the drain.

What do I do

I hate what I'm going through

I need a plan soon

coz it'll all end either in his or my doom.