HOW OLD WERE YOU, WHEN YOU FIRST GOT RAPED? (Poem By: Dr. Billy Alsbrooks)

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HOW OLD WERE YOU, WHEN YOU FIRST GOT RAPED?

Poem By: Dr. Billy Alsbrooks

They rape me with their opinion, but my soul they cannot take

I stopped banging on the door of acceptance long ago 

Swallowed by the shadows, their throats unforgiving

Their violent advances are meant to drown my identity 

But I learned to swim years ago

Those Caribbean waves don’t scare my truth away

The dead seek their vengeance upon the living 

It takes courage to sit there and be laughed at

How old were you, when you first got raped?

Going in, we all know that love hurts 

Coming out, we actually understand what being hurt means 

Knowing isn’t the same thing as understanding 

Wishing and hoping isn’t the same thing as demanding 

My pencil showed me the way to immortality 

It refused to stay in between somebody else’s lines

Stubborn souls rooted in authenticity 

They are the true stars that illuminate the night 

How old were you, when you first got raped?

They rape me with their opinion, but my soul they cannot take

I stopped feeling their dirty hands years ago

My ears numb to their dead music

I see the truth behind their masks of treachery 

How can the blind show us how to see?

How can fools show us the way to genius?

Young dream virgins robbed of their innocence 

Old jealous souls bitter and envious 

These narrow minded vultures seek to eat our dreams

These small time thinkers become the holes in our jeans

Raping us on the sheets of public opinion 

How old were you, when you first got raped?

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