Respect. I trusted for respect.
But I trusted ignorantly.
I trusted unwisely.
And he raped me.
Poor, foolish choices
led to stolen virginity,
and yet, it was no fault of
those choices.
It was no fault of mine.
Because those poor, foolish choices
were made out of trust.
Out of trusting for respect.
But I trusted ignorantly.
I trusted unwisely.
And he raped me.
Proud, selfish choices
let to stealing virginity,
and how, could he think it was
his choice
to take that myst'ry from me?
Because those poor, foolish choices
were made out of trust.
Out of trusting for respect.
But he took advantage of me.
I trusted unwisely.
And he raped me.
It might take a while to deal with the pain.
With the shame.
With the guilt that doesn't belong to me,
but that I carry regardless.
It might take a while to deal with the shock
With the talking
About my feelings and what actually happened,
but I will stay calm and fearless
Because my poor, foolish choices
were just that:
Poor foolish choices.
They did not sleep with chastity,
They did not grope for sex.
It was the thief. It was the thief
that took my virginity from me.
And left me disrespected.
Left me defiled.
Left me marred.
Respect. I trusted for respect.
But I trusted ignorantly.
I trusted unwisely.
And he raped me.
He raped me.
~Joie Versaer Dantia (June 2010)
~Joie Versaer Dantia (June 2010)
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