Brainstorm: A Poem about Rape

I remember writing this poem. I read a poem, written by a popular young female poet out of New York, at the time. She had written in a state of rage, about her experience being raped. Instead of the poem giving me hope, I felt the scenes of my own rape incidents flashing before my very eyes. It was painful to recapture moments that I had chosen to overcome. Some thoughts and feelings were buried, but mostly I was thrown back into the space where I hadn’t felt any more than a victim. Please now read my poem about rape.

BRAIN-STORM

I was sleeping last night when a pulsating-slimy-message/massage of tissue overwhelmed the lips of my vagina- creating the illusion of this… this…it again.

I’ve tried to let it go. A blink of an eye since it’s pain.

I thought I had reached a comfort zone, a remission point.

Attached to nervousness like fetus is to umbilical chord-

orchestrations of operatic pitches and terrifying tones-

underlying punches and crunches shielding cranium to clavicle and breastbones to waist-

In misery, bleeding defeat, I assume punishment and consequence for my actions.

Transactions take place and cover me with blood.

You heard me, blood of pain, not purity.

Read a poem once; angry at souls available to rescue her;

angry at the weak boy seeking power who

such a hate crime or seduction; suction.

Blinded by smiles and vibes- social isms

and he was cool. I was his unprepared fool.

I read a poem about a girl vex with her insides,

or was it from her insides outward she spit fueled fire and created bombs;

erupted volcanoes and dragonflies became dragons,

more capable than Mushu saving China,

assassinated villains of less fortunate to class of elite, ridding the girl of her pains.

Beyond her imagination did her soul mourn; hatred don’t make it better.

Hated until the blood from my heart tickled the walls of my inner skin.

I hated until my head ached thought; aneurysm, chancing life, developing immunity to clogged membranes of headaches dwelling sinus infections.

Erections of mental warfare proceed my mouths confirmation.

Assuming responsibility for my suppressions I plead.

Somebody Somewhere Soul Searchin’ Please

Somebody Somewhere Soul Searchin’ Please

Somebody Somewhere Soul Searchin’ Please

Deliver ME!

I read a poem about a girl she was raped.

I could remember descriptions of her pain as clear as the winds peace;

These painful reflections reminded me, even blinded me of my therapeutic conclusions that I have overcome.

Now I write this poem, seeking refuge in its depth.

Hoping that the anger in that girl’s poem doesn’t send me back.

I want to forgive. If every rape victim decided to live,

there’d be much stronger people, and rapists with less power.

There would be a hope of a new day without pain.

There would be life where most are now chained.

Read a poem about a girl one day.

She was raped like me.

Reminded me even blinded me of my progress;

interrupted my healing process.

Poem was da bomb if you’re dwelling in fear.

In her healing I turned back.

I’m writing this poem motivated by the same spirit;

unfortunately, I have to begin again.

Read a poem about a girl one day.

I hope that girl reads mine.

Hope she finds the messages in her heart that seem hidden.

It is those message that manifest change in the spirits of victims.

Read a poem about a girl one day, inspired to transform;

I hope she reads my poem.

Bouncing on the same clouds my soul believes,

I am bound as long as I’m scared to be free.

Read a poem about a girl once, one day I’ll be famous and she’ll read mine.

Written By: Ressurrection Graves

Poem Date: June 5, 1999

Published: I AM… Just the Introduction…Ressurrection Graves, 2003

ISBN: 1-4134-3109-7

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