a contest of poetry
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So, there's this poetry contest at school.
It sort of caught my eye, since y'know I write poems and whatnot.
Well, I went to the website www.uwf.edu/breakthesilence
and I then found out that it was a poetry contest about sexual violence with either how i feel about it or my direct/indirect experience or whatever.
Well, i thought to myself... I don't have any direct experience with it and i'm not good at writing a pro or con about that particular subject... so i thought, i don't know if i could/should do it.
Then I kept coming up with ideas in my head about how to write something for it.
I guess you can say, I sort of imagined what it would be like to be a victim.
So, I let my fingers do all the typing and eventually came up with this:
It was from his kiss
Where everything just felt so right
Not wanting to be deceived
She let him hold her tight
The future was all she could think of
As the seconds flew by so fast
Who was helping her from above?
It would soon all be in her past
She knew what he had been fantasizing
Her heart is what he had been tantalizing
Was he the one she would let take,
The very precious gift that was up at stake?
It was the pounding of her heart
That made her alarm
When it felt as if she were being beaten by a dart.
She could now feel his harm.
Tightly closing her eyes,
Wondering what he was doing
Wishing to say her ‘Good-byes’
All she could hear was booing.
Beating, as she kicked and screamed.
Crying, as she felt sick and unreal.
Purity was now what she dreamed
Memories were all she could feel.
Not knowing who to turn to
She asked God, “Why”?
It’s as if she felt that was all she could do
Besides lay there and die.
I know it's not exactly all the pain a victim might go through but it's more of a vague description on what could possibly run through a victim's mind, I guess.
Please, tell me what y'all think about it, whether you think it might be worthy enough for this poetry contest or not.
And please give any ideas that could maybe be good for a title too. [since i'm very bad at titling things.]
And honestly... it didn't start out being written that way... and a part of me felt like i was starting to write a REAL experience of mine... but then I made sure it went right to the subject matter of what i was supposed to be writing about.
Thank you for your time,
Miss grey
So, there's this poetry contest at school.
It sort of caught my eye, since y'know I write poems and whatnot.
Well, I went to the website www.uwf.edu/breakthesilence
and I then found out that it was a poetry contest about sexual violence with either how i feel about it or my direct/indirect experience or whatever.
Well, i thought to myself... I don't have any direct experience with it and i'm not good at writing a pro or con about that particular subject... so i thought, i don't know if i could/should do it.
Then I kept coming up with ideas in my head about how to write something for it.
I guess you can say, I sort of imagined what it would be like to be a victim.
So, I let my fingers do all the typing and eventually came up with this:
It was from his kiss
Where everything just felt so right
Not wanting to be deceived
She let him hold her tight
The future was all she could think of
As the seconds flew by so fast
Who was helping her from above?
It would soon all be in her past
She knew what he had been fantasizing
Her heart is what he had been tantalizing
Was he the one she would let take,
The very precious gift that was up at stake?
It was the pounding of her heart
That made her alarm
When it felt as if she were being beaten by a dart.
She could now feel his harm.
Tightly closing her eyes,
Wondering what he was doing
Wishing to say her ‘Good-byes’
All she could hear was booing.
Beating, as she kicked and screamed.
Crying, as she felt sick and unreal.
Purity was now what she dreamed
Memories were all she could feel.
Not knowing who to turn to
She asked God, “Why”?
It’s as if she felt that was all she could do
Besides lay there and die.
I know it's not exactly all the pain a victim might go through but it's more of a vague description on what could possibly run through a victim's mind, I guess.
Please, tell me what y'all think about it, whether you think it might be worthy enough for this poetry contest or not.
And please give any ideas that could maybe be good for a title too. [since i'm very bad at titling things.]
And honestly... it didn't start out being written that way... and a part of me felt like i was starting to write a REAL experience of mine... but then I made sure it went right to the subject matter of what i was supposed to be writing about.
Thank you for your time,
Miss grey