Kelsey Bachmeier - Unwanted

'baby we can make this right
just don't put up a fight
a pink strip,
one small slip'

'you call this a slip? '
i yell
'what about my side
can i tell?
You think i wanted this
no it happened because of your fist
you're the one who touched me
you're the one who kissed me
you're the one who raped me.'

'You should have listened to me'
he spoke
'this baby can not be'
after this his thumbs meet my throat
and i begin to choke.
'aw, look your suffocating
are you having any troubles breathing? '

no longer kick or gasping
fingers loosen on his grap
passed out and no longer breathing
this is how he leaves me feeling

Kelsey Bachmeier

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unwanted-8/