I am not a Monster

Malicious laughter
grating in ear
hair gripped tight
hands grabbing
holding
pulling free
tearing clothing off
taking what does not belong
nor freely given.
Heavy breath
face pressed to concrete
tears
unshed
glitter on lashes
bite marks
guttural moan
you are done with me.
Little white boy
daddy’s paid
cronies bought
rape
turned into…..
between two drunken teens.
Liar
liar
pants on fire
you heard me say no…..
you heard me say no motherfucker 
two more times.
Innocent you are
judged so
by misogynistic men
with black skeletons
dastardly sins
locked in their own closets.
You begged.
You pleaded.
You screamed no.
Over…..
and over…..
and over.
Imploring with me
mouthing false apologies
thinking to sway
my soft feminine heart.
Walked away
heard the piteous moan
so unlike the one
you made
taking from me
safety
peace of mind.
I am not a monster.
Called an ambulance I did
vigilante justice
you will never
ever
hurt another woman again.
©Feb. 8/20
Picture via Pintrest

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

50 thoughts on “I am not a Monster”

      1. He worries too much. I keep telling him that as siblings we do not have to be nice and talk just to save feelings. We can say nah just quiet day for me. ***John I am sure your jaw hit the ground but occasionally I actually do not have anything to say. 🤓💜

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      1. I’m not cranky 😝

        I’m not on the dark bus… for some reason I’ve been on this respect thingy. I guess I’ve been around the guys I work with too long.

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