By Amber Amour • 9 years ago

The Human Buffet: A Poem About Rape

The truth is,

Is that I was awake.

It was my seventeenth birthday

And I didn’t even have cake.

 

The truth is,

Is that I was awake.

As you listened for a snore,

As you dreamt of your whore.

 

The truth is,

Is that I was awake.

I felt that touch

I felt that rub

I felt death running through your blood.

 

There she lay

The human buffet!

With every touch

Her soul slips away.

 

Let’s be honest

I’ll say it out loud:

You raped me.

Don’t you dare be proud!

 

Far from sleep

Frozen with terror

Getting caught redhanded

Was your fatal error.

 

“She’s passed out

Now I can go for the gold!

I wonder how much of my semen

Her sleeping mouth can hold?”

 

No shame about it

You whip it out

You take my head in your hands

And you put your d*ck in my mouth.

 

The truth is,

Is that I was awake.

You used my body

For your pleasure

For your own sake.

 

The truth is,

Is that I was awake.

I felt that touch

I felt that rub

I felt death running through your blood.

 

There she lay

The human buffet!

With every touch

Her soul slips away.

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Amber Amour is the CEO & Founder of Rising Minds Foundation and is an activist who uses creativity to unite and inspire change. She is a playwright, poet, director, actress, producer, and songwriter who uses her eloquence to address important issues in society. Thus far her works have addressed homelessness, women's rights, LGBTQ issues, family dynamics, human sexuality, domestic violence among an array of various other topics. For more information about Amber Amour, follow her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/loveamberamour and on Instagram @amberinternational

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