I used to have pajamas with dinosaurs on them.
They were yellow with majestic
prehistoric beats sprawled upon them.
I adored those essentially meaningless clothes.
.
When I was eight I had a baby sitter called Cate.
She had bright red hair and a raspy laugh.
She used to come around every Friday
and she'd always hug me too tight.
.
I used to love Cate coming over.
She'd let me watch documentary
about prowling prehistoric beasts.
She used to stroke me hair while I watched.
.
One day she brought me Jurassic Park.
My dad made me say thank you,
and that I'd have to repay her somehow.
She smiled a lot at that.
.
One day she grabbed my arm tight
and moved her hand between
my pre pubescent legs.
She said it was out secret.
.
One night she sneaked into my room.
She thought I was asleep
when she placed those pale lips on mine.
They say you never forget your first kiss.
.
It didn't stop for so long.
It only did when she left this town.
To this day I can't watch Jurassic Park,
without wanting to scream stop.
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When I first saw the title I thought it was going to be about a teenager and some older woman. I definitely thought it was going to be voluntary - I never imagined it was going to be about rape. However, I'm glad that I was wrong. This was much more interesting. I really liked how it was from the perspective of a boy (I don't know if you're a boy or not) because it challenged the ideas of rape. People seem to think that only pretty girls are raped, but that'e not true. People need to realize that anyone can be a victim. Overall, I loved your poem. Now I'm looking over my shoulder to make sure there isn't a rapist behind me. i think I'm going to have nightmares (in a good way).
That is one traumatizing poem. O.O And oops, sorry. I'm here to make a review on your poem, so I hope you don't mind at all. But anyways, when I first saw the title of this poem, what came out of my head was this one episode from this one show called The Amazing World of Gumball. xD I think I'm starting to go a bit off, so let me just stick to the point here. This poem is good by so far.
So keep up the good work!
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What a simple, traumatizing poem. Brilliant work!
There were only a few grammar mistakes:
"prehistoric BEASTS sprawled upon them."
"She'd let me watch DOCUMENTARIES
about THE prowling prehistoric beasts."
"She said it was OUR secret."
Overall, I love the topic you picked. Not many people write poems about childhood rape...
Anyways, keep writing! <3