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[sid] => 117239
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Ranting of the Raped
[time] => 2006-03-28 17:21:08
[hometext] => I know the title sounds sorta funny. . .but thats basically what this poem is. . .
[bodytext] => My yesterdays are all mixed up and today I’m just fed up. Here I sit thinking of all the things I could have done differently, but if you didn’t do this to me, it would have been someone else. I’d rather it be me, because I know I can get through this and stay strong. I can bear this cross for all the woman who chose to stay quiet. All the woman who still lay in bed at night with those nasty images swimming through their minds, polluting the very essence of their beauty. These woman feel dirty, bearing a cross and they think they are the only one. But they are NOT alone. I am here to carry this cross for all the woman who need a voice and all the woman who don’t have a choice, scared to lose their life if they speak up. Well I am fed up! You sick, sick men! You and your perverted minds! I am never going to let you get to me again. I am the fighter and you are nothing. You are the one who will pay. And I will live to see another day. Look and see where you are headed. . .into the county jail and I’m working in retail getting money for college to excel. One day I will make it big because of my strength. All these woman that you have hurt are going to laugh in your face. They always say you are the predator and the woman are the prey but not today! The situation has changed and next time I see you, you’ll be in chains and I’ll be a stronger woman, embracing the change. My yesterdays are all mixed up and today I’m just fed up. But come tomorrow I can laugh in your face! You’re a coward! You ran away! Now your going to jail today and I’m out here sippin’ lemonade cuz I didn’t let you get to me Mwhahahahaha! You sick, sick perverted man! How sad it is, that I sort of feel sorry for you! Not a day will go by that I won’t thank you for making me stronger and a fighter. Good bye loser! Have fun imagining your jail bed is a woman that you can take advantage of! [comments] => 2 [counter] => 307 [topic] => 6 [informant] => justme03 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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