This rape poem was written by a very brave mother who fell pregnant at the age of 13 after being raped.
A Rape Poem
I sat there staring at the ground
My heart working overtime pound, pound, pound
Was it true, could it be?
It must be. It was clear to see
I’m pregnant, now what do I do?
Maybe If I test again it won’t be true?
But there it was that little line
Am I going to have a baby? It’s going to be mine.
Days and weeks past it was noticeable now
I told my mom the truth and she asked me ‘How?’
She judged me and she pushed me out
It was just me alone with my baby now, what do I do?
Where do I go? Who do I turn to?
I didn’t know frightened, alone,
PREGNANT and 13!
My mom had disowned me, hit me and screamed!
She didn’t want to know this child of mine,
This child of hers, she didn’t have time.
Weeks and months passed until the day came
When I met my baby and gave her a name
So there we sat just us two, alone
Suddenly it hit me I’m all on my own
My eyes filled with tears as I stroked her face
Right there and then I named her Grace
We’ve come this far I whispered to Grace
Smiling so proudly, still stroking her face
A voice called my name one I recognize
I get up from my bed and stare into their eyes
It was my mother ‘I’m sorry’ she cried
‘I shouldn’t have left you I know that now, can you ever forgive me?’
I replied ‘somehow’
She looked at me then looked at grace
Moved my hair away from my face
‘Who is the father?’ she asked with a smile
I turned away and waited a while
She asked me again ‘has he escaped?’
‘I can’t tell you, mum, you see……..I was raped’
Please support the very brave mom who wrote this rape poem as I personally know how difficult it is to go back and face past trauma.