Today is your wedding day,
Laughter smiles, happiness all around.
Your beautiful wife in her wedding gown.
You stand beside you, your beautiful bride.
She has no clue about you,
She doesn’t know that you rape little girls,
That one of those little girls was me.
My mind is tormented and I can’t feel free,
I can still see you raping me.
Yes, I see you in my dreams.
When you look at your wife’s wedding dress,
Do you remember my dress all ripped and torn?
I’m wishing that I was never born,
Born into a rape culture, like the women before me.
I can’t forget what you did to me,
You would grab me as I walk by,
You would ignore my cry,
You dragged me as if I had no worth it all.
A rapist has no worth at all.
When you look your daughter,
Do you think of me?
Screaming and pleading not to rape me.
But you never showed me any mercy at all,
Life wasn’t worth living when I was small.
When you put your children to bed,
And you kiss them good night.
Did you think of me?
Your children tucked up safely in bed,
I would be thinking “I hope that he doesn’t rape me.”
Going around in my head.
What pleasure did you get, from a traumatized screaming child?
You should never be left with children, never at all!
When your children were upset and cried,
Did you ever think of me crying and pleading?
My heart is still bleeding.
I still see you in my dreams,
I can still hear my screams.
Dorothy Maude