this poem is real it's not based off someone else's experience
walking down the hall
heard my name getting call
5 niggas walked up to me
i said " leave me be"
they became extremely aggressive
was very repressive
trying to fight y'all off of me
going inside of me saying " come on D"
holding me down
on that nasty ass ground
crying for y'all to stop
to scared to tell a cop
taking y'all turns
when one finished, y'all cheered each other one
hot home
just want to be alone
ran in the room
even thought I had to clean up too
tried to overdose
felt like death was close
still alive
tying to figure out why
to scared to tell my mom
knew she wasn't going to calm
started to cut
felt dirty and felt like a slut
picked toy phone
cuz my best friend tryna to see what's wrong
see an text message from someone unknown on my snapchat
it was a groupchat will the boys that rape me and they said " I hope you like that"
started crying more
my body was so fucking sore
©poet.girl2
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