Why Me ?
Written by Inspirational Poems
Rape Poems
( 28 Votes )Why Me ?
It was not my fault I tried to look my best,
With my short skirt and basketball vest.
My high heels gave my legs a lovely shape,
I noticed all the guys stare and gape.
It was not my fault I danced and had a drink,
I was just happy what did they think.
We all had fun on that special night,
What a great party not even one fight.
It was not my fault I took a lift from a friend,
He said it was no trouble right until the end.
He said he would take me right to my door,
I had no idea what he had in store.
It was not my fault I did not put up a fight,
I was scared that he would put out my light.
All that I went through the fear and the pain,
And now in court I re-live it all over again.
It was not my fault the Judge's face is just a mask,
I sit and shiver at every question that he must ask.
Will it all be worth it will he go to jail,
What if he gets off the thought of it and I pale.
It was not my fault that the Judge gave that verdict,
Now he is guilty and will feel like the convict.
It is answers I need to help my soul to go free,
But the question I ask every night is, why me.
If it was not my fault whose was it I need to know,
It was his fault he did not understand the word NO.
I must not feel guilty I have committed no crime,
For he is the criminal and the one to do the time
With my short skirt and basketball vest.
My high heels gave my legs a lovely shape,
I noticed all the guys stare and gape.
It was not my fault I danced and had a drink,
I was just happy what did they think.
We all had fun on that special night,
What a great party not even one fight.
It was not my fault I took a lift from a friend,
He said it was no trouble right until the end.
He said he would take me right to my door,
I had no idea what he had in store.
It was not my fault I did not put up a fight,
I was scared that he would put out my light.
All that I went through the fear and the pain,
And now in court I re-live it all over again.
It was not my fault the Judge's face is just a mask,
I sit and shiver at every question that he must ask.
Will it all be worth it will he go to jail,
What if he gets off the thought of it and I pale.
It was not my fault that the Judge gave that verdict,
Now he is guilty and will feel like the convict.
It is answers I need to help my soul to go free,
But the question I ask every night is, why me.
If it was not my fault whose was it I need to know,
It was his fault he did not understand the word NO.
I must not feel guilty I have committed no crime,
For he is the criminal and the one to do the time
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