We are all born into thinking the universe is a kind and marvelous place,
Until we are broken,
I remember the day when he broke me
He brushed past the boundaries of my safe place
Like a thief breaking into a houseHe snuck into my body stealing all that was precious.
I had laid a welcome mat out,
I had prepared my home for my first love
But nothing prepared me for when he came in and
Left behind destitution and despair on my doorstep
The confusion of being told that I was special and unique by everyone else
When it did not match the way he manhandled me
To him all I was
Was a vacant home for him to pleasure himself
With his touch he claimed every part of my body for his own
I cannot look at my own body without seeing his hands
I cannot love other men without feeling his touch
My body reeks of his sweat and scent.
I am territory he marked for his own
I do not own myself anymore.
This poem is a response to all the stories of sexual assault. I was not sexually assaulted, but this is my way of trying to bring awareness.