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TW: themes of sexual violence are described in this poem. If you are disturbed in any way by such themes, please read with caution.
Knock knock knock
There is a knock on my door
Knock knock knock
I never told him my address
Knock knock knock
He did this before
Knock knock knock
Letting himself in even when i’m undressed
I push him away
I told him no
He took that as yes
He cared not for feelings of mine
There was no okay
But care not he though
He says he knows best
He cared not for feelings of mine
I shut the door
Pound pound pound
There’s a knock on my door
Pound pound pound
I didn’t consent to him here
Pound pound pound
I feel scared of keys to my door
Pound pound pound
He knows that i’m here
And that’s all he cares about
(One in four women experience domestic violence from their partners along with one in seven men. Anyone can be a perpetrator but women are statistically more in danger. This poem is to raise awareness about this and also talk about the importance of consent. Consent is only consent when it’s like FRIES: Freely given, Reversible, Informed, Enthusiastic, and Specific. To celebrate women’s history month, but also to honor the women who have been abused by their partners, I encourage you to reach out to the closest resources available to you.)
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I think this is honestly a really powerful way to show what abuse and violation can feel like without having to explain it directly. The repetition of “Knock knock knock” and then later “Pound pound pound” made it feel really intense, like the pressure keeps building and you can’t escape it. I also really noticed how the lines about him “knowing” and acting like he knows best show how violating it is when someone ignores what you actually say or feel. The part about him letting himself in even when she’s undressed especially hit hard because it shows how boundaries just completely stop mattering to him. It made the fear and loss of control feel very real, especially with the knocking at the door being something that should be normal but instead becomes terrifying.
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It's great to know that YWS writers are writing such beautiful poems to raise awareness about eminent issues as such.
The poem is painful to read, painful to accept that this is truth, that it is experienced by so many women. But nevertheless I wish to show nothing but support for such pieces, however brutal they might be.
Knock knock has been repeated throughout the first stanza to create this sense of fear and urgency within the reader, great use of such simple words. That same feeling is even more intensified by the line- " I never told him my address". The first paragraph itself evoked so many emotions
The person who is abusing here, says that he knows the best even though it is evident that he doesn't care.
Somehow when the perpetrator manages to protect herself from the abuser, he is back again.
That "pound pound" is....