HE FUCKED ME
People ask me if he sexually abused me.
If I had said “yes”, they would have taken it more seriously.
When I say “no”, they just shrug and walk away.
He fucked me with his words.
He fucked me with his punches.
He fucked me every time he pulled my hair and shoved my head into a plate.
He fucked me that time he said I was worthless, when I was only eight.
He fucked me when he kicked me up the stairs.
When I cried, scared, under the covers.
But no one really cares.
“You had a fine life”, they say, “you were okay”.
“You’re smart and different”, they say.
“You’ll find your way.”
© Rebecca Lenore Brown 2010
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